A/N: And yes, here it is people! (Drum roll, please) Chapter 2! And yes I know it took forever to get this up here, but I finally did it. And so, on to the good stuff….
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Last time: “Hermione Granger, I can’t believe you!” The girl said, a playful pout on her lips. "How nice to see you," Hermione greeted, a fake sincerity dripping from her words, "Have you just moved back then?" "Yeah". The girl nodded, causing her bouncy blonde hair shake slightly. It was straight, with half of it up in a clip, and had dark brown highlights streaking through it. The girl wore a pale pink and frilly, but nonetheless revealing, tank top, a white mini-skirt, and strappy pink sandals. A pale blue purse hung from her shoulder. Her blue eyes were lined with black mascara and eyeliner, and she her lips were colored a pinkish-red tone. The girl also wore two bracelets and a string of pearls hung from her neck. Over all, Draco supposed she wasn't bad looking, for a muggle. “Who’s this?” the girl said, turning to Malfoy. “This is my... um... school friend, Draco Malfoy." "Hi, Draco," she eyed him with interest, "That’s the name of a constellation, isn't it?" "Yeah." Draco nodded. "I'm Arista, by the way. Arista Librium." She added.
Chapter 2: The Invitation
Hermione cringed at the sound of the girl’s name. She was now clenching and unclenching her fists, and her eyes were narrowing. She glanced quickly at Malfoy, who was still checking out Arista.
“So Hermione, are you coming to my party?” Arista said sweetly, pulling a gold leafed invitation from her bag with Hermione’s name on it. “Oh! And one for you.” She said, pulling a blank invitation out with no name on it. She grabbed his hand, and put the paper in it. “You’ll be our guest of honor.” She said, with a wink.
It was all Hermione could do to keep from gagging, and she folded her arms over her chest, turning away. She looked in the invitation, and her eyes widened when she realized it was only 2 days away. How would she get a suitable outfit ready? And more importantly, who would she go with? Her nose wrinkled, and a look of complete displeasure passed over her face.
"Is there something wrong?" asked Arista, never really caring about Hermione, but the eye-candy she would bring along to the party.
“No, nothing at all.” Hermione replied, plastering the fake smile back on her face. She stood looking at Malfoy, her smile saying one thing, her eyes saying another. He read her eyes and once again decided to be a jerk.
“So, Arista, how should we dress for this party?” He asked the pink-wearing girl. He knew that Hermione wanted to get out of there as soon as possible, but decided to delay in order to annoy her.
“Well, the theme is medieval, but I don’t think you want to wear tights, so you wear what you want.” Turning to Hermione she said, “But the rules apply to you, so dress your best!”
“Well, it’ been nice talking to you, Arista, but we have to get home for…..” Hermione paused, quickly trying to think up an excuse to leave. “We have to help my mum with dinner.”
“Well, O.K. I’ll see you at my party then?” Arista said, more towards Malfoy than Hermione.
“Yeah, we’ll be there.” Malfoy said before Hermione could think of another lame excuse not to. The pair walked away from Arista, the awkward silence returning. Hermione was a little farther behind Malfoy, her mind on how she would dress for the party. Suddenly, a thought came to her.
“Canasta!” She shouted, eliciting a small flinch of surprise from Malfoy.
“What the Hell, Granger!?” He grumbled, looking over his shoulder at her. She had on a look of complete joy on her face and a playful glint in her eye. “Whatever it is, No. l Refuse to follow you.” This pace quickened and the Granger house was soon in sight. Hermione was nowhere to be seen.
‘The damn mudblood abandoned me…’ He thought, and walked into the house. Mr. Granger was sitting in the living room, reading that day’s newspaper. He looked up when Malfoy walked in. He looked back down, when he realized it was only Malfoy passing through.
Malfoy walked up stairs to Hermione’s room, where he opened the door and peeked in. the hairbrush she was using earlier that day was on the bed, and a note was there with it. Being the nosey person he was, he picked up the note and read it.
Hermione,
I’m coming over tonight for dinner, already asked your Mom and she said it was okay. Is that nark Draco going to be there? I hope not.
Love,
Eryin
Malfoy scoffed and placed the note back down on the bed.
‘How dare he call me a nark?!’ Malfoy thought, sulking out of the room. He didn’t understand how Hermione could be friends with such a person, when he remembered that she was friends with Potty and Weasel. ‘I wonder if that Eryin person likes her. ’ He turned that thought over n his head, before deciding it was ridiculous that he should even be worried about the love life of someone he could even imagine liking as even a friend.
It was nearing six o’clock and Hermione still hadn’t appeared from her disappearing act. The Grangers didn’t seem fazed by the fact that their daughter was nowhere to be found, and they had a boy who secretly disliked them in temporarily in her place.
Malfoy was in the kitchen, helping Hermione’s mum with dinner preparations when Hermione walked in, calling out excitedly that she had a surprise. He heard her footsteps race up stairs, the door to her room slam shut.
About ten minutes later, Hermione called from the top of the stairs for everyone to meet in the living room, and that she was going to reveal her surprise there. When her mum called to her to say that everyone was situated and ready, Hermione’s footsteps could be heard making their way down.
Her parents clapped as Hermione appeared wearing a medieval midnight blue dress. It had a beautiful diamond design embroidered into the hem and long, flowy silhouetted sleeves. Her hair was in a messy, but stylish bun with two ringlets hanging down in front. She had put on a lighter blue eye-shadow, and had adorned her neck with a beautiful black pearl necklace.
Malfoy’s mouth was open in astonishment at the girl who, just a few hours earlier, he wouldn’t even consider gawking at, as he was now. He couldn’t believe his eyes, and blinked a few times to see if he was imagining things.
She smiled as she stepped from the last step and did a twirl and a curtsey before coming to a full stop in the middle of the room. She looked around at the expressions of her parents and Malfoy and was surprised to see Malfoy’s eyes widened and his mouth slightly open. She blushed at this and averted her gaze, absentmindedly twirling a loose strand of hair between her fingers.
“My goodness Hermione! You look wonderful! Did Canasta make that for you? She is so talented that girl! My, my!” Hermione’s mom grabbed her daughter’s hands and held them tight. They both squealed with joy, as Malfoy and Mr. Granger watched idly from the sidelines. Hearing a knock at the door, Malfoy went to answer it. He frowned as he saw Eryin at the door, and opened it that way. A thick tension could be felt between them, even though they had only met once before.
Malfoy led the way into the living room where Hermione was still in the beautiful dress. Eryin gaped at her, and like Malfoy, couldn’t believe what he was seeing. Hermione did another twirl, and Eryin smiled.
“Hermione you look great! Canasta really outdid herself this time, didn’t she?”He laughed and hugged her, smirking at Malfoy over her shoulder. “Mine.” He mouthed, drawing a look of contempt from Malfoy.
‘His? What could he possibly want-' His thoughts stopped themselves as he came to realize what Eryin was talking about. His eyes widened in horror as he watched Eryin tickle Hermione’s sides, and she giggled girlishly. She playfully slapped away his hands and went up stairs to change out of the dress.
When she came back down, everyone was at the table, so she down in the only available seat; the one next to Malfoy. She reached for the roasted red potatoes that were directly in front of her at the same time he did, and their hands touched, causing them to blush and draw their hands back.
‘Was it me or did I just blush at Malfoy?’ Hermione thought to herself, not sure about what just happened.
‘A little late to ask that, don’t you think?
‘What do you mean? I haven’t once blushed at Malfoy, let alone show any sign of endearment.’
‘So what was that earlier, huh? You saved him from that girl at the mall, and you seemed to be getting a little uptight when Arista was around.’
‘I have no idea what you are talking about. I do not, and I repeat DO NOT like Malfoy. Not even as a friend.’
‘Sure and that’s-’
Her thoughts were cut off by a tap on her shoulder. She snapped out of the lull she was in and saw everyone at the table looking at her with a confused expression.
“Are you alright, Hermione dear?” her dad asked, scrunching his eyebrows.
“Yes, daddy, I’m fine. I just zoned out for a moment there.” She said, laughing off everyone’s concern. She reached again for the potatoes, this time with no interference from Malfoy’s hand. After filling her plate she began to eat, paying more attention to the conversation at hand.
‘That was weird, she never zones out like that.’ Malfoy thought, now the one not paying attention.
‘And how would you know what she does on a daily basis?’
‘Well, I, uh, I uh,’
‘Oh save it. You know you like her’
‘You are mad. Why would I like such an unattractive girl, let alone a mudblood?’
‘I don’t know. You are the one who was checking her out’
‘I was not checking her out. I was simply admiring the dress.’
‘And since when do you know so much about dresses?’
‘Well since… Oh forget it….’ Malfoy snapped out of his stupor and focused more on the conversation.
After dinner was done, Eryin, Hermione, and Malfoy were on the back porch, relaxing.
“So did Arista ask you to her party?” Eryin asked Hermione, absentmindedly fiddling with her fingers. He looked up at her, a mysterious glint in his eyes.
“Yeah, she did. Me and Malfoy both.” She replied, looking down on him, smiling. A slight furrow crossed his brow, and for just a split second, she thought she could see annoyance in his features.
“Cool.” Looking at Malfoy he said, “So do you know what you are wearing yet?”
“No.” Malfoy said coldness to his voice. He dared not look at the muggle, for he was disgust with him already, and looking at him just might make this feeling grow.
“I am going to get some more of the cookies mom baked, do you want something?” Hermione said, standing up and heading to the door. After deciding that she would just bring a whole plate, she went inside. Eryin used this time to speak freely—and harshly—to Malfoy.
“Think you can just come in and ruin things, do you? Well I’ll tell you this, she’s mine.”
“I have no idea what you are talking about, mug—Eryin. I don’t like Hermione, as neither a friend nor a anything more than that.” Malfoy replied coolly, though somewhere, hidden deep inside him he was worried about her.
“Well then you won’t mind that I take her and make her a woman now would you?” the devilish smile he had earlier returned, and Malfoy knew his intentions.
Malfoy hopped up and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt. “You’re disgusting.” He spat, glaring at the muggle he had in his grip. “I you lay one hand on her, you die.”
Eryin just chuckled. “Now that I’d like to see.”
At that moment, Hermione returned, backing out onto the porch, a tray of cookies and three glasses of milk in her hands. Malfoy instantly let go of Eryin, and sat back down.
He glared at Eryin still, and tried to avoid the gaze of Hermione. After the cookies were finished, Eryin left, whispering something in Hermione’s ear that made her blush and giggle nervously. She looked over at Malfoy who was staring at the floor.
‘That damn, Eryin. I don’t even like her.’ He seethed.
‘Right?’
A/N: and so that’s the second chapter. Took me a while to figure out what to make of Eryin. I wanted t make him bad and so I made him a pervert. What do you think? Should I change anything? Elaborate more? Looking for input!!!!
Wojo
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