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Dressed Up
Title: Trials of Love ( 9 of ?)
Author: granger2malfoy
Pairing: D/Hr, B/G
Rating: Teen, unless so marked
Disclaimer: I do not own anything from HP verse.
Genres: Drama, Romance
A/N: Not HBP compliant, also meaning fannon Blaise. This is sequel to The Given Choices. Thanks to my beta, Tricia.
Chapter Ten Dressed Up
The sun began to pour into the beautiful, multi-colored stained glass in the Head Girl’s bedroom as Hermione stood in front of a full-length mirror and pulled up the thin straps of the navy silk blouse, which matched the navy skirt that reached about an inch below her knee. Mrs. Malfoy’s outfit for her was really too much, not that it was overly fancy. No, the outfit had a very classy look but she would not have guessed she would’ve given her a muggle style outfit, but the checkered wizardry robe appeared to be fashioned not to close to show whatever the woman wore underneath.
She smoothed down the non-existent wrinkles in the ruffled empire blouse, which Hermione silently thanked didn’t show the slight curve of her pregnant stomach. Though at this point, her stomach looked more like she ate a little too many sweets over the summer. Not wanting to take much longer, Hermione slipped into the ivory flats as she pulled open the small velvet purse, which was in the same shrunken bag with her outfit, robe and shoes. One of the huge advantages to living in the wizarding world, anything can end up being the size of a large biscuit with a quick flick of the wand.
Nothing prepared her for what slipped out of the bag into the palm of her hand. A beautiful, perfect pearl necklace with a pair of diamond and pearl earrings rested in front of her as her mouth dropped open. Then the sound of a gasp from behind her made her turn quickly, dropping the pearls onto her feet. Harry stood at the doorway almost frozen, except he kept blinking, over and over again.
“You really shouldn’t scare a girl like that, Harry. It’s bordering on rude,” exclaimed Hermione and breathed a sigh of relief and she knelt down to pick up the exquisite jewelry from her mother-in-law. With a shake of the head, he went to her side and knelt in a similar manner to pick up the earrings as she checked the necklace for any damage. Yet, his eyes kept darting back to her and then to the mirror as if he couldn’t believe what he was seeing in front of him. Harry stood up first and offered his hand to help her up, which she gladly took and continued as she turned to the mirror to put the earrings in, “But I will forgive you this time since I love you, prat and all.”
Harry’s brilliant green eyes flashed up quickly in the mirror to hers at her use of the word love. Hermione closed her eyes at the realization and mentally kicked herself for the slip. Yes, she loved Harry but the way she used to love him before they dated. Maybe it was a little stronger because of their short-lived romance but it was nothing like how she knew he hoped. She felt her chin being lifted and turned towards him as she opened her eyes to look into his. There she saw the pain of his unreturned love but also a touch of understanding. A smile crept onto his lips and he gently tapped her nose with his finger and said, “I know, I know. You don’t love me like that. I wish you did and I will work hard to change that, when you are ready to let me.”
Then his smile faded as he moved behind her and slid her hair to the side as his other hand took the necklace out of her hand. Hermione watched his reflection as he gently slipped the pearls along her neck, then looked at her as his voice lowered and asked, “Are you dressing like this for him?”
Him. Harry didn’t need to say the name because the simple three-letter word dripped of loathing. He meant Draco. Shite. She hadn’t thought of him since she left her hot shower and vowed not to think of him for the rest of the morning. Hermione fought back the tears as she roughly shook her head in a ‘no’ fashion. His strong arms immediately pulled her into his warm embrace and she held onto him tight as she clutched at his shirt, as tears poured down her cheeks. The soft cotton of his black shirt caught her tears of pain and sorrow; her friend held her tight as he swayed them in a comforting fashion. “Hermione, what’s wrong? Tell me what’s wrong. Did that bloody git break your heart?”
Hermione didn’t say a word and felt his body stop moving hers as every muscle in him tightened. Something was wrong. She pulled back in their embrace and saw the fury in his eyes as he asked with hatred in his voice, “Did he do that to you by force?”
She froze at his question with many questions flying through her own mind. Did he mean the baby? How did he know? Does he think Draco raped me and I am carrying his child?
Then Harry dropped to one knee but kept her in front of him and lifted the back of her skirt up an inch. She turned to see what he was looking at and saw a red bruise on the back of her leg, which would have showed slightly below the hem of her silk skirt. Hermione let out a breath of relief but those green eyes looked up at her with such anger in them as his wand came out to heal her leg. “No, he didn’t cause it, Harry.”
He stood up and began to open his mouth as Ginny knocked on her open bedroom door, which caused Hermione to take a step back from him. The youngest Weasley looked from one to the other but smiled back at Hermione as she stated, “You look fabulous, Mione. Almost all-grown up and classy-like.”
She blushed and tucked her hair behind her ear as she moved to where the outer robe lay spread out. “Thanks, Gin. Did you need something? I need to get moving to see the Headmaster.”
“Actually, that’s why I am here. Blaise is outside and had a message that Dumbledore is available when you are,” Ginny replied as she came between Hermione and Harry to pull Hermione’s hair up into a French twist, which caused the pearls of the necklace and earrings to show beautifully. Harry’s eye went up questioningly at their friend’s hidden talent of doing hair. “I’ve had a few tips from Lavender over the years after her complaining I wear my hair too ‘plainly’, especially if I am dating a handsome, Italian boy.”
“What’s so special about Zabini?” Harry huffed as he crossed his arms and felt Hermione pushing the two arguing people out of her bedroom to the door of her Head Girl rooms.
“Even though I am sure this would be an interesting fight, I need to go,” Hermione chuckled as she walked out of the room into the Gryffindor common room with Harry and Ginny behind her but they stopped at the couches as she continued to walk to the portrait hole. She made one more quick check of her hair before she stepped out the opening.
A male gasp came from her right. Blaise leaned against the wall dressed in a sharp looking black leather jacket, navy pants and grey turtleneck. He looked quite sexy but she spoke safer words as she stepped up to him and closed his mouth for him with the tip of her finger. “You look quite handsome yourself, Zabini.”
He smiled a sly smile and offered his arm as he commented, “Of course, it’s easy to do when you are born so devastatingly good looking.”
“And also so humble.”
They began to walk towards the Headmaster’s office as he patted her hand in a knowing fashion and replied, “Humble is a Hufflepuff trait. Slytherins are rarely humble, which I could say about a few Gryffindors as well.”
She looked abashed and again he patted her hand on the crook of his arm, as he said, “Not meaning you, my love. You are brilliant, gorgeous, skilled with a wand, sweet, and caring to a fault. But one would never find you saying so. Alas, another reason, you are a goddess and we Earth-bound fools will never be good enough for you.”
A sharp-tongued comment came from above them on the stairs as Snape rolled his dark eyes at his student, “Please save your flirtatious comments for the other Gryffindor female you are dating.”
Blaise lowered his head slightly at the snide remark as his Head of House turned and they followed him to the Headmaster’s office as the professor continued his comments, “Zabini, you are lucky I am allowing you to accompany Miss Granger on her outing as you have not gotten any sleep last night.”
Hermione whipped her head to the side at her friend as he leaned over and whispered, “I got an hour or two. Well mostly, if you count the twenty minutes I fell asleep here and there.”
Yet, the professor ignored the whispering and went on, “But as it is I am busy for the rest of the day, I need someone I trust to accompany them without drawing any attention to them.”
“Yes, sir,” Blaise agreed as they rose on the golden phoenix staircase and looked towards Snape as he said, “Nothing will happen to them. Or it will be over my dead body.”
Professor Snape did not seem impressed as he rolled his eyes and the staircase ceased moving upward. “I am sure you would be a real match for a trained Death Eater but please save your dramatic scenes for wooing your girlfriend and spare me of them.”
The doors of the office opened as the small group of three approached and Hermione glanced past the voluminous robes of the potions master to see Mrs. Malfoy in a chair before Dumbledore. Both turned towards Hermione and Blaise as Snape stepped to the side to stand behind her mother-in-law. Headmaster Dumbledore rose from his chair in a gentlemanly fashion and greeted her with a smile as he spoke, “You look quite lovely this morning, Miss Granger. Would you like an Ice Mice? They are really quite sweet, yet not too much for it being before noon.”
“Thank you for the compliment and no thank you. Sugar doesn’t really sound like a good idea at the moment. But thanks for the offer anyways.”
With a playful sigh, the Headmaster covered the dish of candy and sat back down. “You seem to be doing well, all things considered, and I know Mrs. Malfoy is looking forward to getting going. So, I will not keep you. Please have my two students back here by six o’clock so they will not be missing for all meals for today.”
Mrs. Malfoy rose in an equally classy royal blue dress but with a sapphire necklace and earrings and she leaned forward to shake Dumbledore’s hand. The elegant woman strode towards Hermione and Blaise and flicked her wand at their outfits. Hermione noticed nothing different and looked up as Mrs. Malfoy answered her unspoken question, “To make sure no ash or soot gets on you as we travel by floo. Now, take some powder and just say, ‘Zabini Manor-Milan.’”
Hermione’s eyes grew wide and she looked to Blaise, who smirked and stated, “No one is home at the moment, it’s just the closest Floo to the fashion market since we do not have an appointment to see Valentino at this late notice”
All she could do was pick up a handful of powder, step into the fireplace, and speak loudly, “Zabini Manor-Milan,” as her thoughts went along the lines of: since when do I wear designer clothing?
Then her last thought before getting sucked into the magical travel reminded her. Oh yeah, I am now a Malfoy and best friends with the son of a wealthy Italian family.
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To Be Continued
Author: granger2malfoy
Pairing: D/Hr, B/G
Rating: Teen, unless so marked
Disclaimer: I do not own anything from HP verse.
Genres: Drama, Romance
A/N: Not HBP compliant, also meaning fannon Blaise. This is sequel to The Given Choices. Thanks to my beta, Tricia.
Chapter Ten Dressed Up
The sun began to pour into the beautiful, multi-colored stained glass in the Head Girl’s bedroom as Hermione stood in front of a full-length mirror and pulled up the thin straps of the navy silk blouse, which matched the navy skirt that reached about an inch below her knee. Mrs. Malfoy’s outfit for her was really too much, not that it was overly fancy. No, the outfit had a very classy look but she would not have guessed she would’ve given her a muggle style outfit, but the checkered wizardry robe appeared to be fashioned not to close to show whatever the woman wore underneath.
She smoothed down the non-existent wrinkles in the ruffled empire blouse, which Hermione silently thanked didn’t show the slight curve of her pregnant stomach. Though at this point, her stomach looked more like she ate a little too many sweets over the summer. Not wanting to take much longer, Hermione slipped into the ivory flats as she pulled open the small velvet purse, which was in the same shrunken bag with her outfit, robe and shoes. One of the huge advantages to living in the wizarding world, anything can end up being the size of a large biscuit with a quick flick of the wand.
Nothing prepared her for what slipped out of the bag into the palm of her hand. A beautiful, perfect pearl necklace with a pair of diamond and pearl earrings rested in front of her as her mouth dropped open. Then the sound of a gasp from behind her made her turn quickly, dropping the pearls onto her feet. Harry stood at the doorway almost frozen, except he kept blinking, over and over again.
“You really shouldn’t scare a girl like that, Harry. It’s bordering on rude,” exclaimed Hermione and breathed a sigh of relief and she knelt down to pick up the exquisite jewelry from her mother-in-law. With a shake of the head, he went to her side and knelt in a similar manner to pick up the earrings as she checked the necklace for any damage. Yet, his eyes kept darting back to her and then to the mirror as if he couldn’t believe what he was seeing in front of him. Harry stood up first and offered his hand to help her up, which she gladly took and continued as she turned to the mirror to put the earrings in, “But I will forgive you this time since I love you, prat and all.”
Harry’s brilliant green eyes flashed up quickly in the mirror to hers at her use of the word love. Hermione closed her eyes at the realization and mentally kicked herself for the slip. Yes, she loved Harry but the way she used to love him before they dated. Maybe it was a little stronger because of their short-lived romance but it was nothing like how she knew he hoped. She felt her chin being lifted and turned towards him as she opened her eyes to look into his. There she saw the pain of his unreturned love but also a touch of understanding. A smile crept onto his lips and he gently tapped her nose with his finger and said, “I know, I know. You don’t love me like that. I wish you did and I will work hard to change that, when you are ready to let me.”
Then his smile faded as he moved behind her and slid her hair to the side as his other hand took the necklace out of her hand. Hermione watched his reflection as he gently slipped the pearls along her neck, then looked at her as his voice lowered and asked, “Are you dressing like this for him?”
Him. Harry didn’t need to say the name because the simple three-letter word dripped of loathing. He meant Draco. Shite. She hadn’t thought of him since she left her hot shower and vowed not to think of him for the rest of the morning. Hermione fought back the tears as she roughly shook her head in a ‘no’ fashion. His strong arms immediately pulled her into his warm embrace and she held onto him tight as she clutched at his shirt, as tears poured down her cheeks. The soft cotton of his black shirt caught her tears of pain and sorrow; her friend held her tight as he swayed them in a comforting fashion. “Hermione, what’s wrong? Tell me what’s wrong. Did that bloody git break your heart?”
Hermione didn’t say a word and felt his body stop moving hers as every muscle in him tightened. Something was wrong. She pulled back in their embrace and saw the fury in his eyes as he asked with hatred in his voice, “Did he do that to you by force?”
She froze at his question with many questions flying through her own mind. Did he mean the baby? How did he know? Does he think Draco raped me and I am carrying his child?
Then Harry dropped to one knee but kept her in front of him and lifted the back of her skirt up an inch. She turned to see what he was looking at and saw a red bruise on the back of her leg, which would have showed slightly below the hem of her silk skirt. Hermione let out a breath of relief but those green eyes looked up at her with such anger in them as his wand came out to heal her leg. “No, he didn’t cause it, Harry.”
He stood up and began to open his mouth as Ginny knocked on her open bedroom door, which caused Hermione to take a step back from him. The youngest Weasley looked from one to the other but smiled back at Hermione as she stated, “You look fabulous, Mione. Almost all-grown up and classy-like.”
She blushed and tucked her hair behind her ear as she moved to where the outer robe lay spread out. “Thanks, Gin. Did you need something? I need to get moving to see the Headmaster.”
“Actually, that’s why I am here. Blaise is outside and had a message that Dumbledore is available when you are,” Ginny replied as she came between Hermione and Harry to pull Hermione’s hair up into a French twist, which caused the pearls of the necklace and earrings to show beautifully. Harry’s eye went up questioningly at their friend’s hidden talent of doing hair. “I’ve had a few tips from Lavender over the years after her complaining I wear my hair too ‘plainly’, especially if I am dating a handsome, Italian boy.”
“What’s so special about Zabini?” Harry huffed as he crossed his arms and felt Hermione pushing the two arguing people out of her bedroom to the door of her Head Girl rooms.
“Even though I am sure this would be an interesting fight, I need to go,” Hermione chuckled as she walked out of the room into the Gryffindor common room with Harry and Ginny behind her but they stopped at the couches as she continued to walk to the portrait hole. She made one more quick check of her hair before she stepped out the opening.
A male gasp came from her right. Blaise leaned against the wall dressed in a sharp looking black leather jacket, navy pants and grey turtleneck. He looked quite sexy but she spoke safer words as she stepped up to him and closed his mouth for him with the tip of her finger. “You look quite handsome yourself, Zabini.”
He smiled a sly smile and offered his arm as he commented, “Of course, it’s easy to do when you are born so devastatingly good looking.”
“And also so humble.”
They began to walk towards the Headmaster’s office as he patted her hand in a knowing fashion and replied, “Humble is a Hufflepuff trait. Slytherins are rarely humble, which I could say about a few Gryffindors as well.”
She looked abashed and again he patted her hand on the crook of his arm, as he said, “Not meaning you, my love. You are brilliant, gorgeous, skilled with a wand, sweet, and caring to a fault. But one would never find you saying so. Alas, another reason, you are a goddess and we Earth-bound fools will never be good enough for you.”
A sharp-tongued comment came from above them on the stairs as Snape rolled his dark eyes at his student, “Please save your flirtatious comments for the other Gryffindor female you are dating.”
Blaise lowered his head slightly at the snide remark as his Head of House turned and they followed him to the Headmaster’s office as the professor continued his comments, “Zabini, you are lucky I am allowing you to accompany Miss Granger on her outing as you have not gotten any sleep last night.”
Hermione whipped her head to the side at her friend as he leaned over and whispered, “I got an hour or two. Well mostly, if you count the twenty minutes I fell asleep here and there.”
Yet, the professor ignored the whispering and went on, “But as it is I am busy for the rest of the day, I need someone I trust to accompany them without drawing any attention to them.”
“Yes, sir,” Blaise agreed as they rose on the golden phoenix staircase and looked towards Snape as he said, “Nothing will happen to them. Or it will be over my dead body.”
Professor Snape did not seem impressed as he rolled his eyes and the staircase ceased moving upward. “I am sure you would be a real match for a trained Death Eater but please save your dramatic scenes for wooing your girlfriend and spare me of them.”
The doors of the office opened as the small group of three approached and Hermione glanced past the voluminous robes of the potions master to see Mrs. Malfoy in a chair before Dumbledore. Both turned towards Hermione and Blaise as Snape stepped to the side to stand behind her mother-in-law. Headmaster Dumbledore rose from his chair in a gentlemanly fashion and greeted her with a smile as he spoke, “You look quite lovely this morning, Miss Granger. Would you like an Ice Mice? They are really quite sweet, yet not too much for it being before noon.”
“Thank you for the compliment and no thank you. Sugar doesn’t really sound like a good idea at the moment. But thanks for the offer anyways.”
With a playful sigh, the Headmaster covered the dish of candy and sat back down. “You seem to be doing well, all things considered, and I know Mrs. Malfoy is looking forward to getting going. So, I will not keep you. Please have my two students back here by six o’clock so they will not be missing for all meals for today.”
Mrs. Malfoy rose in an equally classy royal blue dress but with a sapphire necklace and earrings and she leaned forward to shake Dumbledore’s hand. The elegant woman strode towards Hermione and Blaise and flicked her wand at their outfits. Hermione noticed nothing different and looked up as Mrs. Malfoy answered her unspoken question, “To make sure no ash or soot gets on you as we travel by floo. Now, take some powder and just say, ‘Zabini Manor-Milan.’”
Hermione’s eyes grew wide and she looked to Blaise, who smirked and stated, “No one is home at the moment, it’s just the closest Floo to the fashion market since we do not have an appointment to see Valentino at this late notice”
All she could do was pick up a handful of powder, step into the fireplace, and speak loudly, “Zabini Manor-Milan,” as her thoughts went along the lines of: since when do I wear designer clothing?
Then her last thought before getting sucked into the magical travel reminded her. Oh yeah, I am now a Malfoy and best friends with the son of a wealthy Italian family.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
To Be Continued