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Beneath Your Window by Crookshanks.x
 Books » Harry Potter Rated: T, English, Romance & Humor, Draco M., Hermione G., Words: 89k+, Favs: 1k+, Follows: 432, Published: Jun 10, 2007 Updated: Jun 6, 2008
 1,044 Chapter 10: The Score
Disclaimer: Guess.. No, no, just guess! Haha, no I'm not JK Rowling. Guess again!
A/N: I thought I would throw the last finished chapter up before everyone gets lost in the world of Deathly Hallows. Not counting those of you morons have read it online already. :P I'm severely annoyed about it, supposedly, leaking online. Why does some people have to ruin the fun for everyone else all the time? Come on, some of us have been waiting for this for a decade. I for one know I want to read the book holding it in my hands; the real deal!
Chapter 10 / The Score
"Hermione, dear, you look a mess."
Hermione looked up from her book and used her hand to shield her eyes from the sun. The faint outline of Miranda was barely noticeable in the blinding sunlight, but she could recognise the voice anywhere.
"I slept really badly," she explained evasively and pulled out the chair next to her as an invitation. And it wasn't even a lie. She hadn't slept well... correction; she hadn't slept much at all.
"Ah, I see," Miranda replied knowingly, taking the seat offered to her.
Hermione frowned at that, feeling fairly certain that Miranda did not see. It's not like she could know Hermione had acted like an hormonal teenager, climbing walls just to make sure Malfoy didn't 'befoul' himself with Lola.
"Yesterday was Draco and Lola's date," the older lady commented, keeping her watchful gaze on the girl next to her.
"Oh yeah?" Hermione answered, trying to sound as uninterested as possible. "I suppose it was, now that you mention it."
"You don't happen to know how it went?"
"Er, no. I haven't asked him about it," she lied, hoping her expression didn't give it away. Deliberately lying had never been her strong suit.
"So you've seen him?"
"Briefly."
Hermione saw the other lady smile distantly, and she found it rather unnerving. She couldn't understand what this was all about, or what Miranda's goal was with this conversation.
"I heard Lola had a magnificent time. I had Ella floo me this morning, and she said Lola was so impressed by Draco and was absolutely delighted by his company," she rambled and Hermione wanted so very desperately to roll her eyes.
"Yes, he is a very delightful man," she replied dryly, thinking back to some of his more unflattering moments in time.
Miranda didn't seem much perturbed by Hermione's obvious lack of enthusiasm, and she turned in her seat to face the girl who deliberately avoided her gaze.
"Lola is of course very certain to attain a new date. She reckons they had a very good... chemistry."
The implied physical contact between the two almost made her flinch. But Lola hadn't been there when she came, and he said she had gone home an hour previously. Though that didn't necessarily mean that absolutely nothing happened. She began to fidget slightly in her chair, suddenly feeling sick to her stomach, and not from embarrassment this time.
"Of course, their children would look absolutely ador –"
"Stop it!" she suddenly screeched, feeling whatever it was rising in her chest, almost suffocating her from the inside.
In desperation she had darted up from the chair, her curls standing like a wild halo about her head. "Why are you telling me all this? What are you trying to achieve?!"
