The Exhibit

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Warning: heavy smut NSFW

Hermione's Lyft pulled up outside of the London Natural History Museum and her stomach was doing flips. It was a short trip to the museum for the brunette so she didn't have the time to talk herself out of going nor did she have enough time to pump herself up. She quickly thanked her driver, exited the vehicle and took a moment to leave her a tip through the app along with a lengthy review of what a great and attentive driver she was just to kill a little time while her stomach butterflies settled. When she realized that was going to be impossible, she swallowed her nerves, smoothed down the front of her dress and made her way inside the museum. Hermione was so accustomed to her surroundings that it didn't take her long to find the exhibit hall. There was a man outside checking tickets to the event so she pulled up the email from Bella with the direct link to her ticket. "Enjoy the event, Ms. Granger," the man said as he moved out of the way so Hermione could enter the hall. A slight gasp escaped her lips when she saw the beauty and magnitude of the event. "It's magnificent," she whispered under her breath. "Now," she thought looking around, "find Bella while avoiding Draco, Andy and Narcissa," she laughed at the near impossible task. She took a deep breath and made her way into the event, eyes sweeping for her dark haired Professor around every turn. "Fuck," she mumbled to herself while stopping to look at a range of elephant photos, "I'm never going to find her in this crowd."

"Granger?" A familiar voice called to her as the footsteps approached from behind, "what are you doing here?"

"Hey, Draco," Hermione turned and glimpsed at him in his tux. "Currently? Looking at these elephants."

"I just wasn't expecting to see anyone I knew here other than my family. It's nice to see a familiar face," he leaned in and kissed her cheek.

"You know I will never miss an exhibit opening if I can help it," she gave a half smile when he nodded. She knew he would buy it. She was always at the museum. "We have to avoid Andy at all costs though. I'm supposed to be at the library tonight. Luna is covering for me. The last thing I need is one of Andy's patented lectures. I'd like to save myself from that torture tonight. I just couldn't miss the opening night of this amazing event."

"Got it," Draco did a quick look around the room. "Last time I saw her, she was already headed to the bar so even if we did run into her she might be so drunk she doesn't recognize you," he laughed.

"I can't believe Professor Black put all of this together," she saw the proud smile on Draco's face, "with the help of your mom of course. I know how important her status here at the museum is. They both did a wonderful job. It looks amazing."

"I'm surprised more people from class didn't show up to take a look at everything my aunt can do." He looked around pointing to the small dark haired woman in the corner, "she creates incredible exhibits."

Hermione's mouth went dry at the sight. She could only see her from the back as she was engaged in conversation with a couple of well dressed looking people. Bella was wearing form-fitted black trousers and a white tux jacket that fit her like a glove and came to rest just over her ass. She had all of her dark curls piled up onto the top of her head and she was gesturing dramatically with her hands clearly lost in whatever conversation she was having. Hermione willed her to turn around in hopes that she could get a glimpse of her face but it didn't happen. "She's in her element," she turned her attention back to Draco who was still looking at the elephants. "Want to look around with me? I'm sure you got the insight from your aunt about the best of the best pieces here. Plus, you can help shield me from Andy if she sees me. Distract her. Maybe do a dance or something."

"Umm, probably not," he laughed. "I'll spot you though, come on," Draco held out his arm and Hermione looped hers through letting him guide her to the various photo displays.

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