The Untold

5

*June 9th, 2001*

Hermione's P.O.V.

Shit. Shit. Shit. 

I'm so fucking late. 

I didn't care who I was shoving or who fell down, I was fucking late on my first day. Thanks to Ginny's mum power, she drove me to the studio in no time. 

I ran down the hall as I reached the auditorium and yanked open the doors. "You're late, Ms. Granger," Angela announced, making me blush. 

"Sorry, my Godson threw up all over me," I lied, sitting down on the stage. 

She rolled her eyes and got out her clipboard. "Today I'm going to be discussing Clara and the Nutcracker's - Hans's - role in the production," she announced. 

"Mr. Portman, your princess is Ms. Granger," Angela said, looking at some boy then back to me. 

He nodded his head towards my direction and I gave a small wave. "Everyone else, Spencer will take you to the smaller studio space upstairs to discuss arrangements. Once you're done, make your way down here," Angela finished with a wave of her hands. 

"Have fun," Ava whispered in my ear as she shot me a wink. 

I gave her a smile and watched her walk away. 

"Hermione, here," Angela snapped, waving her hands to where my partner is. 

Angela went to grab some papers, leaving Portman and I alone. "It's nice to meet you, I think I recognise you from some of my best friends' magazines," I said, turning to the boy. 

"Yeah...the name's Michael. Listen, try not to fuck this up for me. I'm from RAD - Royal Academy of Dance - and we're no commoners," he said with a straight face. 

I blinked a couple of times as I watched this man who has the biggest fucking attitude. "And last time I checked, I'm the lead and you're just below me. Watch your fucking attitude," I snapped. 

"Okay! Shall we begin rehearsing?" Angela came back, clapping her hands. 

"Gladly!" Michael and I said in unison, glaring hard. 

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Draco's P.O.V.

"You went to the fucking Café?"

I was startled by Blaise who barged into my office, standing in front of me with his arms crossed. I was thankful Pansy wasn't behind-

"You took him to the fucking Café?"

There she is. 

"A hello would be nice, y'know," I said, smiling at the two as I leaned back in my chair. 

"You went to that Café? Draco, why?" Blaise asked, what's the big deal?

I nodded my head as I grabbed some papers, "Yeah, mate. What's the big deal? The coffee was really good."

"Draco, just fucking order some for- Don't go back there," he pointed a finger at me. 

"It's more your fault than his. Why the fuck would you take him there?" Pansy yelled, slapping Blaise's chest. 

Blaise defended himself as he grabbed one of my books, blocking his girlfriend's rage. Blaise whispered some things in her ear, nothing I'm not used to. 

"Doesn't. Make. It. OKAY!" Pansy yelled, slapping him again.

I cleared my throat, trying to stop the couple before they destroy my office. "Hate to break this up but if you don't mind, I'm working," I say, pointing to the file of work.