Chapter 7 : The Day Before
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The Day Before
It was a sunny day and Harry and Hermione were having lunch in a coffee shop near Hermione's parent's house.
"Yeah, we never do this anymore. Go out on lunches, I mean.” she said.
"Yeah.” he said before taking a sip from his coffee. "I think the last time we did was as a double date. It was me and Ginny, you and Ron–" he stopped midway, his voice drifting off guiltily.
"You can say his name."
"I'm sorry, I keep forgetting.” he apologised.
"It's okay Harry."
He gave a sad smile. "I hope you two can somehow work it out. I'm not asking you to get back together, I'm just saying maybe you should listen to each other and maybe try to forgive and forget."
Hermione smiled and swept the small fringe of her hair away. "Harry it's not that simple."
"I know. I just don't want to lose my two best friends.” he said, his voice low and depressing.
"Harry, I would never want you to pick sides, you're my best friend! I don't blame you for what happened.” she paused before continuing on. "So, I am willing to try to forgive and forget, but it may take a while."
"That's all I'm asking."
Hermione looked at Harry and watched as her stared out the window. Sometimes he could be so jolly, but when he’s sad, the whole atmosphere changes.
"I can't believe you're turning twenty–one tomorrow.” he finally said, a sudden change of tone in his voice.
"I know! I wasn't scared before but now I am. Ginny's got me scared."
"Yeah, she'll do that.” he smiled. "But at the end, it'll all be worth it when you walk down that red carpet."
"Oh goodness me. That's the scary part.” she exclaimed.
"There's nothing scary about red carpets Hermione."
"Easy for you to say! You walk down one every week!"
"Not every week! Weekends sure, but not every week."
Hermione gave a laugh. Harry Potter was sure to be at every party there was in the wizarding world. It was a fact.
"Don't worry Hermione; everything's going to turn out fine."
"If you say so Harry.” Hermione said, finishing off her cup of tea.
"You might want to get Ginny a microwave.” she advised.
"Oh I will, I'm thinking for Christmas."
Hermione smacked his arm.
"Ouch! What was that for?"
"You don't get a girl a microwave for Christmas!"
Harry groaned childishly. "But she's so bloody hard to shop for, Hermione!"
"But still, a microwave Harry?"
"You're not going to like your birthday present then.” he frowned.
"Oh, what did you get me? A toaster?"
"If you don't want it, give it to your parents."
"Oh god Harry, you're hopeless.” she laughed.
Draco was pacing up and down his living room. When he returned from the pub at around midnight, he came home to find it empty. Astoria was nowhere to be seen. At first he had started to worry until he discovered a note on the kitchen counter.
‘I've gone out. Don't wait up!’
He knew what she was playing at. He hadn’t cared at first; he knew she would be back before the morning. But when he woke up, she still hadn't returned.
It was now getting late, and needless to say, he was getting insanely worried.
He snapped his head from the position he had been in when he heard the door behind him open. And in came Astoria. She was wearing a tight small red dress that hung tightly around her waist with a low neck line that showed an incredibly amount of cleavage.
"What the hell are you wearing?” he yelled at her, before she had properly closed the door.
She turned around. "I am wearing a dress, Draco.” she stated.
Draco watched as Astoria staggered towards the bedroom.
"Are you drunk?” he asked as he followed behind.
"I might be.” she drawled.
"Where the hell were you Astoria? You had me worried."
She turned around to face him, a sour look on her face. "So you're allowed to get drunk and not come home till the dawn of morn, but when it's me, it suddenly becomes un acceptable."
"How is it different?” she miffed.
"I don't go to nightclubs dressed like a cheap whore."
The moment the words left his lips, he wanted to take it back immediately. He may not be exactly fond of her at the moment but she was still his girlfriend.
"A cheap whore?” she growled. "Is that what you think of me?"
A pin dropped. He was left speechless. How did the woman expect him to answer that?
"I don't care about what you think of me anymore."
Astoria walked over to dresser and picked up the wand that she had abandoned. She muttered a spell and suitcase appeared out of thin air.
"What the fuck are you doing?" Draco asked, taking long strides to get closer to her.
"I'm leaving you Draco."
"What?" his eyes shot up to face her and he squinted at her in confusion.
"You heard me.” she said as she waved her wand. In one swift hasty movement, her clothes and belonging found their way to her suitcase.
"You can't leave me!” he ordered, grabbing the arm that she was using to wave the wand.
"Oh yes, I can!” she pulled her arm away from his grip.
"Astoria, you’re drunk! Don’t make a mistake you’ll regret–”
“I won’t regret this!” she interrupted.
“Why are you doing all this?" Draco asked as he watched Astoria pull open drawers and grab her jewelleries.
She stopped; shutting the suitcase shut and faced him. Her hair was a mess, it was in odd directions all over her head, making her look more like the wild adventurous woman she was, and at the same time still mind blowingly sexy. "You're clearly not happy with me, Draco. It's better this way."
Pushing away the dirty thoughts that were whirling around his head and mentally slapping himself for thinking about her that way when she was supposed to be mad at him, his eyes locked with hers. "Is someone making you do this?” he asked. "You were okay yesterday, then you go out doing god knows what–"
"Stop there." Astoria cut him off. "I did not cheat on you, if that's what you were thinking!"
He was secretly relieved at that. A little part of him had thought maybe she’d gone out and slept with someone else who in their drunken state, had asked her to leave him, and she in her even worse drunken state, had accepted. "Astoria–"
She sighed, her shoulders sagging. "Please don't try to make me stay. I know you don't love me anymore, I'll save myself the heartache and leave."
With that, she grabbed her suitcase and left with a crack.
Hermione was lying on her bed reading her favourite book, Romeo and Juliet.
It was one of the books that her mother had sent when she was in Hogwarts. When Hermione had said she needed some books, she had meant educational books, not tragic love stories. She didn't want to disappoint her mother so she hadn't complained. She started to read the book and had instantly fallen in love with it, as well as Romeo.
Her mobile phone began to ring; she picked it up and saw it was Harry.
"Hello Harry.” she answered.
A horrible feeling began to eat away at the pit of her stomach; why was Ginny calling? “Ginny? What are you doing on Harry's phone?"
"He's teaching me how to use it." Ginny giggled.
She leaned back against her bed. "Oh Ginny…"
"So how was it catching up with Andrew Russo?"
"It was good."
"Just good?" Her best friend questioned. Hermione could practically hear her eyebrow raising.
"Okay, he's going to be my date for tomorrow!” she squealed.
"Oh my gosh! Oh my gosh! Oh–"
"My gosh!” she finished. “I know right!"
"Harry's angry that you didn't tell him about it when you guys had lunch together."
"I didn't want to brag.” she shrugged.
Hermione heard a voice in the background that she was certain belonged to Harry.
"He says he'll forgive you, if you can get him an autograph."
She heard muffled voices – someone whining and Ginny telling the person to grow up – in the background before Ginny asked, "So are you excited for tomorrow?"
"Yes!” she practically screamed.
"Okay, calm down." Ginny laughed.
"Ha ha, it's okay. Luna and I will be over tomorrow at around mid day to help you get ready."
"Okay Gin, See you.”
"You called her a whore!" accused Pansy. "Quite frankly, I don't blame her for leaving you."
"Pansy, she was dressed like one!" said Draco.
"You still don't call your girlfriend a slut, mate! Even if she is one.” Blaise said.
Draco glared at them; so much for the sympathetic friends.
"So you think my girlfriend's a slut?"
"Ex–girlfriend." Blaise corrected.
"Draco, I don't know why you're being so upset about it! She caused you so many problems! Clinging on your every move…" Pansy said.
"Yeah." agreed Blaise. "And no offence mate, but we never even liked her."
Draco lifted his gaze from his drink and glared at his friends. He was trying to be angry at them, but he was finding it hard. He couldn’t really blame them for hating on his ex-girlfriend, she was very easy to hate.
"Draco, forget about her." Pansy said as she took a seat beside Draco. "You're Draco Malfoy. You can date whoever you want!"
"There's a lot more supermodels." Blaise added.
Pansy smacked her boyfriend on the arm, and ignoring his shouts of protest, she turned back to Draco. "Does this mean you won't be attending that party tomorrow?"
"They’ll make up some bullshit in the papers if I don't go. I have no choice.”
Last year for Hermione's birthday she had celebrated it alone in America. She had woken up to an empty home, no friends, no cake, no one to celebrate it with her. And although she had been sent several owls, all wishing her a happy birthday, she had never felt more isolated. The thought of not celebrating her birthday with her friends had scared her, so that’s why this year, she was glad to be able to celebrate it with the people who meant to the most to her and half of the wizarding world. She smiled at the thought.
"Why are you smiling?” her father asked.
She looked at her parents, who were having dinner at the dining table in front of her.
"Dad, I'm just excited for tomorrow.” she smiled.
"You should be! You're turning twenty–one!” her mother said.
"Why does everyone keep saying that? I know what age I will be.” she laughed.
"Sorry Mione. It's just that, you're growing up so quick!"
She had forgotten how emotional her mother was. The slightest bit of movement could set that woman up.
"Mum,” Hermione said. "you don't have to worry up about me growing up."
"Hermione you're a mature young lady. You've always been one. The fact that you risked your lives to protect us, proves that.” her father said, his voice grim and serious.
"We don't need to worry about you growing up, you're already grown. You've travelled around the world, you defeated The Dark Lord. I think that proves It." said Jean.
Hermione grinned at her parents.
"You need to stop showing your teeth too much." said Jean.
"Sorry, I forgot you guys were dentists.” she rolled her eyes, before standing up.
"I'm off to bed.” she kissed them both on the cheeks. "Goodnight."
She had a big day tomorrow.
Draco woke up on his sofa. He had a terrible headache and no memory of what happened the night before. He groaned in pain as he stood up and walked to his bedroom to check on Astoria.
He entered the room to find a neatly made bed and all of Astoria's belonging gone.
"Oh right.” he muttered before collapsing on his bed.
Astoria had left, he was happy that she did but he had also felt guilty, like it was his fault, even though it actually was. Astoria had announced it out of the blue, not even a warning.
At the time, Draco didn't know what he had done, but he soon realized that he hadn't been exactly the best boyfriend. He had neglected her, ignored her, and he had even put his friends and work before her. She didn't deserve that.
When they began dating, Astoria was struggling to be a model; Draco had fallen in love instantly with her because she was beautiful. Nothing else. Not because she was a pure blood, like many reporters had said, but simply because of her beauty.
Along the way, Draco had become less shallow, which resulted in him paying less attention to Astoria. Astoria didn't like it. And she would show this by wearing revealing clothes out in public. Something that she knew would catch the eye of Draco, as he didn't like his girlfriend dressed like that in public.
Draco opened his eyes and bought himself back to reality. He stood up and walked to the bathroom, where he stared at his reflection in the mirror. He looked rough. Not like the man who had been recently dumped by his girlfriend, but like a man who had been living on the street for years.
Astoria had probably thought that by leaving Draco, he would come to his sense and fight for her. But she thought wrong. Draco wasn't going to fight for her. Draco Malfoy doesn't fight for anyone.
Tonight was Granger's party and he was positive that Astoria would be there, with a date no less. And here was Draco, date less.
Draco took out his mobile phone from his pocket and dialed the number.
"Happy birthday sweetheart!"
Hermione woke up to the voice of her parents, who were standing next to her bed. She looked at the clock that was on her bedside table. It was 10:45AM.
"Did we wake you?" asked her father.
Hermione nodded as she sat upright.
"But it's okay because it's my birthday.” she grinned, as she hugged her parents.
"Now, come downstairs, we've got something to show you!” her mum said.
"Okay okay." she said.
She pulled on her jacket and bunny slippers before going downstairs.
"What is it, mum?” she asked excitedly.
"It’s outside." replied Jean Granger.
Hermione ran outside to see whatever it was that her parents wanted to show her.
She froze on the spot. Her face went slack, and she opened her mouth slightly as she stared wide eye at what was in front of her.
"You bought me a car?” she asked to no one in particular.
"Well yes darling, it’s not every day that our only daughter turns 21!” her father said.
"OH MY GOODNESS!” she squealed before hugging her parents. "Thank you, thank you, and thank you!"
The car was of a dark red colour, it was wonderfully designed and small enough for Hermione's liking. "It's beautiful guys!"
"It's a Toyota Prius V.” her father explained. "We figured you might like it."
"Like it? I love it!” she gleamed, before hugging her parents once again.
"Now now dear," said Jean, as she handed Hermione the keys. "Take it for a spin."
It had been four hours since Hermione was given the car her car. After taking it for a spin, she had taken her parents out to a cafe in order to celebrate.
"That was amazing!” her father said rubbing his stomach.
"Your welcome.” she smiled at them. "It was my treat."
"You shouldn't be treating us to lunch, it's your birthday." said her mother.
"But I want to. I'm a grown woman, and if I'm going to be living alone, I think I should be able to treat my parents out for lunch."
Her parents smiled at her.
"We're really proud of you Hermione.” her father said. "We really are."
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, or the brilliant characters you recognize! They belong to the amazing JK Rowling!
This chapter was written months ago and I'm not exactly proud of it, and I have tried to edit it many times but nothing seems to work with it. So I just left it as it is. Anyways, onto other matters - Its Hermione's birthday 'bash' in the next chapter. Excited? Just expect a lot of surprise and shock, since the chapter is essential to the plot!
Till next time, Vicky!
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