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To Be Loved	By : Skyla-lilly Category: Harry Potter AU/AR > Het - Male/Female Views: 10506 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: i don't own harry potter nor do i get paid for any of this. I write for fun and fun alone.

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Chapter One

(1999 may)

It was a breathtakingly beautiful autumn day down under; Australia was absolutely perfect just as I imagined it to be. Finally after two lonely months of searching had found me in Sydney stumbling across my parents; after undoing my memory modification charm I had placed on them before my two best friends and I ran off in search of Horcrux's. The past 6months were grueling consisting of being constantly on the run, searching and destroying the Horcrux's we stumbled upon.

Finally ending up at Hogwarts School Of Witchcraft and Wizardry for the final battle between my best friend of seven years; Harry Potter the boy-who-lived and the most feared dark wizard of all time he-who-must-not-be-named, Lord Voldermort. Harry's triumph over Voldermort was the most awaited event of all time. In his defeat my boys and I, 'The Golden Trio' were awarded as War Heroes at the Ministry of Magic in a big ceremony. Our beloved school and home of the past six years; Hogwarts was under reconstruction; nearly all my friends were staying to help in the rebuilding. Leaving me to my own mission.

So two months has passed since I have left my friends in search of my parents, here I am, in beautiful Bondi, Sydney. After backpacking throughout Australia, I finally located them and was amazed at where they were living, in a breathtaking amazing three storey beachfront mansion. It has a big massive wrap around veranda; the east side fully glassed facing the beach with amazing views. A floor just for studio work on ground level, the middle level was a massive well stocked library.

Leaving the top floor for the bedrooms, and living spaces. The land my parents owned was on twenty acres consisting of a mysterious almost fairytale forest, their own private beach and a massive oak tree with a beautiful wooden swing. With my parents new identities they had decided an occupation change should happen with their dream move, so instead of being well know dentist that had disappeared from my hometown in London. Rachel and Graham once Granger was now going by the name of Hawkins. They are now the most sought after as the hottest modeling agency, not only in Australia but the whole of the muggle world.

Yes I miss my friends but I'm glad to finally have my parents back in my life. Since being in Australia contact with my best friends has been limited, Harry and Ginny, I had just found out, finally picked up where they left off and were planning on marry after we all graduate. Ron's and my relationship lasted only a month after the war before we decided to end it on mutual terms agreeing that it was better off being friends only.

He was now dating Lavender Brown again and Neville and Luna eloped just last month. Our letters from Hogwarts arrived and nearly all the students who would of finished the year of the war where coming back as year eight's to complete their schooling. Much to my parent’s delight I got awarded with Head girl and would be staying in Australia until a month before school was to resume.

(1999 20th July)

Heading down to their private beach my parents were doing a photo shoot for their Magazine 'Yolanda Blancc', which just happened to be the best and most desired fashion magazine, ‘anyone who was anyone’ was featured in this amazing magazine. Only the most sought after models from around the world represented their countries and the most renowned designers amongst the glossy pages. You could say I was intrigued.

Today was to be the photo shoot of a new designer named David Mitchell the brand was Daffodil Dragon. Reaching the beautiful secluded piece of paradise that was the private beach, dad was just finishing off setting up. Adriana Lima was booked to do the shoot but due to an electrical storm she couldn't make it. Mum was on the phone to David as soon as the news arrived about the delay.

"Is there any girls available to be able to attend today?" David asked

Mum was just checking the books when I arrived on the set,

"Unfortunately all of our girls are booked. But if you would like I have an absolutely gorgeous daughter who I can ask if she can stand in today?"

"I trust your opinion if she is even an ounce of how gorgeous you say she is, that's fine by me," he simple stated.

"Ok, I will run the idea by her then let you know how we go" Mum said before saying goodbye and hanging up. Mum walked up to me having decided a guilt trip was in order.

"Hermione lovely, could you do your dear dad and I the pleasure of photographing you for our new designer? Our model has unfortunately been delayed for this shoot and unfortunately we can't reschedule. This shoot was riding on her" Mum's plan worked as I felt myself giving in wanting to please her and knowing how important this shoot was.

Indy who was the ‘IT’ girl for hair and make-up, called me over to start getting to work. A half hour later I was placed in front of the mirror my reflection looked nothing like I could ever picturing myself looking. My once bushy hair from 3 years ago was now in luscious silky waves down stopping halfway down my back. A smoky effect was done to my eyes making them almost pop; a light pink blush had been applied to my cheeks and my lips looked irresistible with a slight hint of gloss. Who ever was staring back at me in the mirror-looked breath-taking.

Dutifully changing into the skimpiest bikini that I’d ever worn. Before exiting my room to go down to meet the designer's assistant and do the shoot for mum and dad, I take one last look in the mirror. The mirror girl brown eyes are wide in both fear and excitement, her body is one of curves and tone, and the very little red and black lace bikini is the perfect contrast to her fair skin and her brown hair. Although there is very little left to the imagination, I have to admit we look rather good.

Shyly wrapping a towel around my body before heading down to the beach. I look down upon the sand noticing my parents and a very handsome though very familiar man standing deep in conversation. Taking a deep breath to calm the ever-bubbling nerves, I reassure myself that things are different now and he wouldn't dare cause trouble in front of mum and dad. Slowly walking forwards I catch mum’s eye, as she beckons me forward to them.

Finally reaching them it is none other than the Italian stallion Blaise Zabini, the look of recognition goes unrecognized by both mum and dad.

"I'd like to introduce our daughter, Hermione" Dad said proudly.

"It's wonderful to see you again Hermione" replied Blaise

"You too Blaise, it's been a while" Hermione said. ‘OMG I can't believe that he is being nice, not to mention actually using my first name.’

Snapping out of it just in time to hear mum’s question "so how do you both know each other?"

"From school mum"

"Oh how lovely, now if you don't mind seeing as the pleasantries are done do you mind if we get down to business" said Dad.

Blaise POV

"Okay no problem Graham. Now Hermione I'm going to have to get you to remove the towel just so we can make sure it fits right" leaning over to her "It's okay I won't bite" I whispered in her ear jokingly.

Hiding a smirk as I catch that she slightly shivered from the unexpected action. Holding back my smile as she shyly removed the towel blushing as she took in my shocked expression. I was awestruck at the sight of her body, her curves and the little amount of flesh the bikini was covering.

‘Wow Draco is going to be kicking himself for missing this; I'm going to have to owl him when we finish just too slightly rub it in.’ My thoughts covered with the smugness of getting one over on my dear friend. ‘Damn when did she get so attractive, killer curves, though why her why now?’

Normal POV

Throughout the rest of the photo shoot Blaise kept looking over at Hermione wondering how he hadn't noticed her in that way before. Deciding it doesn't really matter, as he knew his girlfriend would freak at the way he was thinking about this beautiful and utterly desirable woman; besides he had to focus on his job or he'd lose it. At the end he thanked both Rachel and Graham for their hospitality and the absolute stoke of brilliance of using Hermione for the shoot.

Hermione came back down from getting changed and handed back the swimwear, which Blaise declined saying that it was a gift for her stepping in today and saving the shoot. After saying thank you Hermione went back inside to divulge herself in her new private library all the while thinking of how Harry and Ron where doing at the school and how Ginny was. She missed the boys but it was Ginny that she missed the most.

Later that day, Blaise sat down at his desk and wrote a letter to his boss and longtime friend Draco Malfoy. Calling his owl Métis he ties the finished letter to his leg and asks him to deliver it to Draco for him, as he watches Métis fly away he lays on his bed to continue pondering the great Granger mystery.

Draco POV

Walking around the grounds of the manor I hopped Rachel Hawkins daughter was as gorgeous as she said when Métis flew towards me. Untying the letter I gave Métis a treat, before he took off he offered me an affectionate hoot. Sitting under the old oak tree I began to read the words that sat before me on the parchment in my hands.

~D~

You won't believe who is the Hawkins' daughter is it's little Miss Granger herself. I know shocking right; I don't know what happened after the war but boy oh boy she is FINE. You'll have to check out the spread it is getting printed as I am writing to you. It'll be in circulation tomorrow morning, so if you want to know what I'm talking about I suggest getting hold of a copy. You will be utterly surprised by her trust me I know I was. Your friend

~Z~

Not being able to quite grasp the fact that Granger was the Hawkins' daughter, ‘Oh Merlin that would make her muggle royalty. This could be bad. Oh fuck’. The next morning I awoke way before father and mother, which is not normal at all; casting a glance at my clock I groan as I notice that it’s before five am. Laying back down I try to remember why I awoke but not being able to remember, though all I could recall it had to do with a brunette haired girl.

Closing my eyes and trying to shut off my mind and will for sleep to overcome me again. Becoming slightly frustrated as sleep eluded me, finally deciding to get dress and go see what all the fuss was about. A slight excitement arose within my core; trying to ignore it I go downstairs to the kitchen to grab something to eat.

Walking outside the wards that covered the manor I quickly apparate to the leaky caldron and slip outside into muggle London. Rooming around the streets until finding a newsagent, thankfully only having to wait twenty minutes until it opened. Time seemed to take so long and trying to squish the excitement I was feeling, knowing that soon I’d be able to understand what has my friend in awe.

‘Come on Draco, there isn't anything to be excited about is there its not like you haven't seen anyone in your creations is it? Granger isn't so special you'll see soon. Now stop this excitement at once, you're a Malfoy not someone who would be interested in a muggle-born. Get a grip.’

When the store opened I asked the clerk behind the counter if the ‘Yolanda Blancc’ magazine had arrived yet; my luck was looking up as they had just come in buying two I quickly return home. Upon Return mother is up; handing a copy to her I excuse myself and head up to my room. Settling down on my Opening it up to the spread he sees a beautiful woman in the smallest amount of fabric. Seeing it really is her, he thinks of how is this possible. How can she be that desirable, that beautiful; feeling as if he just wants to undo the ties on the bottoms and the top, he catches himself longing to touch her. This can't be happening.
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