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A Summer Holiday	By : TwistOfLime Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 12021 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, nor any of the characters from the books or movies. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Chapter Three: A Confrontation in Flourish and Blotts

Draco reappeared in one of the many fireplaces located at the end of Diagon Alley and quickly rushed out before another wizard arrived in the same fireplace. Draco had learned the hard way as a child what happened when you took your time departing from a fireplace with heavy traffic. It certainly was an unpleasant experience having a full-grown wizard appear on top of you in such a small and dusty space.

He knew that Blaise would not be waiting for him at Florean Fortescue’s Ice Cream Parlor quite yet and took this time to quickly duck into the apothecary to replenish his supply of floo powder.

“Good day, Mr. Malfoy. I trust your mother is well,” said Mr. Jiggers greeting Draco as he entered the shop. Mr. Jiggers, a co-owner of the apothecary in Diagon Alley, was a very small man who reminded Draco somewhat of Professor Flitwick. However, Mr. Jiggers was slightly thinner than Flitwick and walked hunched over, dragging his left leg slightly.

“Yes, she’s quite well. Thank you,” Draco replied.

“How may I help you today? It’s a bit early to be replenishing potions supplies for next year, but if you like to beat the rush we…”

“No thank you,” Draco said, interrupting Mr. Jiggers. “I just need some more floo powder, I barely had enough left to make it here today.”

“Very well. I assume you’ll want the usual amount,” Mr. Jiggers asked, sounding slightly put out. It was well known that the Malfoy family had money, usually when they walked into a store the attendants could count on their change drawers becoming significantly fuller.

“No actually,” Draco said after thinking a moment. If he was going to end up at that miserable cottage for three weeks, he would make sure it was connected temporarily to the floo network, wanting to be able to escape what was sure to be nothing short of torture. “I’d like to double my usual order if it’s not too much trouble.”

“Of course not,” replied Mr. Jiggers, brightening up a bit. “Just a moment.” He walked over to a back corner of the shop, which contained a large barrel of a shimmering powder. He scooped out two heaping cupfuls onto a gold scale hanging from the ceiling next to the barrel and tinkered a bit with the amount of powder. After adding a few more pinches, he poured the tray into a silky purple sack and tied it at the top with a gold ribbon.

“There you are Mr. Malfoy. That will be one galleon and seven sickles.”

Draco paid the man and exited the shop, making his way towards Florean’s to meet Blaise. As he rounded the corner and Florean’s came into view, Draco saw Blaise sitting at a table on the patio on the front of the store and flirting with a young, blonde, and very pretty waitress.

Draco smirked. That was Blaise. He was never long without a woman. He was a charmer. And his rugged, Italian good looks certainly helped. Blaise was just as tall as Draco, however, that’s where their similarities stopped. He was stocky where Draco was lean, with dark shaggy hair, dark eyes, and a tan that remained even in the middle of winter. Noticing Draco, he waved him over to the table.

“Do you want anything?” Blaise asked Draco as he sat down.

“Yeah. I’ll take a ginger beer float.”

“Make that two, Susan,” Blaise said, turning to the blonde and flashing her a smile.

“They’ll be right out,” she replied, blushing slightly, and turning back into the shop.

“So, what’s new?” Blaise asked, leaning back into his chair.

“This morning I met an old friend of my mother’s,” Draco stated, his voice dripping with irritation.

“So,” Blaise said unconcernedly. He had known Draco forever and was well aware of his flair for the dramatic.

“So… she’s Mrs. Emma Granger. Mother to none other than Hermione Granger.”

“No.” Blaise said in disbelief.

“Yes.”

“Hermione Granger? Princess of Gryffindor? Only member of the Golden Trio to lack a Y chromosome?”

“Yes. But that’s not all. My mother has decided that she would really love for our families to get to know each other. She’s planning for us to spend the last three weeks of summer at some shack on the beach somewhere that the Grangers own,” Draco explained with a scowl.

Much to Draco’s surprise, Blaise started laughing. Thankfully, Susan arrived at that moment with their drinks. Otherwise Draco may have leaped across the table to strangle him.

“Can I get you anything else?” Susan asked.

“No thank you, we’re all set,” Blaise answered through his laughter.

“It’s not funny,” Draco said. “How would you like to be in my position?”

“It is funny. And, I wouldn’t mind being in your position. You wouldn’t mind it that much either if you had been paying attention to Granger at all last year. She grew up. Use the family holiday to your advantage and woo her under the stars on the beach,” he said sarcastically.

“Have you gone insane? Granger is the biggest prude Hogwarts has ever seen. She’d have to remove the stick from her arse before anyone would have a chance. And I don’t how much she’s ‘grown up,’ I still hate her.”

“There’s a fine line between lust and hate. You just don’t like her because she’s better than you at almost everything,” Blaise said smirking.

Draco glared at him. “Don’t be stupid. Besides, this is about more than our mutual hatred. My mother can’t be serious. What, does she think that we can slink off for a holiday with the muggles without being noticed?”

Blaise frowned. “Hermione’s not an idiot. I’m sure she’s taken measures to protect her family. Besides, your father’s abroad and in hiding and I’m sure the Dark Lord has more pressing concerns than what Draco Malfoy is doing on his school holiday.”

“Yes, I’ve served my purpose,” he conceded darkly.

“Stop being so dramatic. What’s done is done, might as well take your enjoyment where you can.”

Draco looked at him incredulously. “Whatever, let’s go. I have to get a birthday gift and mail it to my cousin in Bulgaria.”

The two tossed a few sickles on the table and headed out into the crowded streets of Diagon Alley.

“So where are we going?” Blaise asked Draco.

“Flourish and Blotts. My mother suggested getting her a copy of Dragon Species of Great Britain and Ireland. Apparently she loves dragons, and intends on spending the second half of her last year in Romania studying them.”

“So creative,” Blaise said sarcastically as they entered the store.

“It’s better than what you give your family. At eighteen you really shouldn’t be giving homemade gifts,” Draco said to Blaise. Turning around quickly, he was unable to stop himself from colliding with a moving pile of books, which crashed to the floor along with Draco.

Regaining composure, Draco began pulling himself up off the floor and was met with a witch who made his jaw drop. She wasn’t facing him, busying herself with cleaning up the books, but she looked exactly like the girl who had been starring in his fantasies as of recently. She had the same brown hair laced with golden highlights that fell in delicate curls. Her body, accentuated by the faded jeans that fit snuggly, was the same shape, with curves in all the right places. He quickly closed his mouth and stood up, offering his hand to the girl.

“Sorry about that, I - Granger!” Draco exclaimed in disbelief, interrupting himself.

“Malfoy,” Granger retorted, glaring at Draco.

“What an unpleasant surprise. It figures I’d run into you here.”

“A bookstore is the last place I’d expect to find someone like you. If you’ll excuse me I think we’ll be seeing enough of each other in the near future and I really don’t want to spend any more time with you than is necessary,” Hermione replied, gathering up the last of her books and brushing past Draco with a humph.

“Well hello Hermione. You look as ravishing as ever,” Blaise said, looking Hermione up and down, while blocking the exit. “Need any help with those books?”

“No,” Hermione replied blushing. “Thank you though… and thanks for yesterday, we should do that again sometime.”

“Anytime,” Blaise said flashing her his most charming smile, stepping out of the way and holding the door open.

“What was that about?” Draco asked in a hoarse whisper. “Since when are you and Granger on speaking terms?”

“Since yesterday, I ran into her while she was waiting in Quality Quidditch Supplies for those two oafs she hangs around with. They were running late, surprise, surprise, and you know me; I can’t resist the temptation of a beautiful witch. Especially one that’s unattainable.”

“Don’t tell me you fucked that?” Draco asked.

“Of course not. Hermione’s not the kind of girl you fuck. And why do you say that like it would be a bad thing?”

“Because it’s Granger.”

“Exactly, it’s Granger,” he replied, smiling wickedly. “But sadly, I simply took her out to lunch.”

Draco sighed. “You’re not helping, let’s just get the book and get out of here.” He moved through the rows of shelves stopping in the section designated for books about magical creatures. Quickly scanning the shelves, he picked up a large, brown, leather bound book and took it to the cashier.

“That will be four galleons,” the attendant said.

“Can I get it gift wrapped?” Draco asked, handing him the money.

“Of course Sir,” the attendant replied pulling out a deep blue box and sliver ribbon. “There you are, have a nice day.”

Out in the fresh air of Diagon Alley, Draco took a deep breath and turned to Blaise.

“Look, I’m not really up for what we had planned today. I’m just going to mail this, go home and see if I can talk some sense into my mother.”

“Well, before you go a word of advice. Three weeks at the beach might do you some good, help you to relax a little – ”

“I don’t see how spending three weeks rotting in a shack on the beach is going to do me any good,” Draco interrupted. He continued in a harsh whisper. “What, am I just supposed to pretend that everything’s normal? That nothing happened? That nothing’s happening? Look around, that’s my father’s face staring up at you from those wanted posters.”

“The world’s going to shit regardless of where you are. You might as well be somewhere enjoyable. And three weeks there with Granger might prove to be interesting. Think a little before you call it off. See you later,” Blaise said, melting away into the busy street.

Draco shook his head. Where matters of the opposite sex were concerned Blaise and Draco didn’t always see eye to eye. But to actually suggest that spending three weeks with Granger would be anything but miserable? Blaise should get himself a room at St. Mungos. However, Draco was not looking forward to the confrontation with his mother. He had never seen her as happy as she was this morning. He felt bad about having to break her plans.

He made his way to the post office and enlisted the help of three large barn owls to deliver the gift to his cousin. He contemplated staying for lunch, delaying the conversation that awaited him at home, but there was no use putting it off. He made his way to the end of the street and grabbed a handful of powder from a bucket on the side of the fireplace. Stepping in the flames he yelled Malfoy Manor and disappeared.

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Author’s Note: As I mentioned, I started this before HBP, so my Blaise is mostly based off of the common image of Blaise in fanfiction at the time. I changed a lot of details in the story to make it (sort of) HBP compliant when the book came out, but I decided I like my rakish, charming Blaise better. He’ll come into play again in the story and I don’t think it would work as well with the haughty, disdainful, canon Blaise. My Draco certainly isn’t canon, so I don’t see why Blaise should be either. I hope you agree!
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