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A Perfect Charade by ivy_018

Format: Novella
Chapters: 11
Word Count: 31,992

Rating: Mature
Warnings: Strong Language, Scenes of a Sexual Nature, Substance Use or Abuse

Genres: Humor, Romance
Characters: Harry, Ron, Hermione, Arthur, Bill, Charlie, Draco, Fred, Ginny, OC
Pairings: Draco/Hermione, Harry/Ginny, Ron/Hermione

First Published: 08/28/2006
Last Chapter: 05/10/2008
Last Updated: 05/10/2008

Based on The Wedding Date.   When Ron splits with Hermione  right before Harry and Ginny's wedding, she gets desperate and hires Draco Malfoy to be her date.  Little do they know that their feelings might be more than professional, but it'll take some convincing and a little change of scenery to figure out that they were meant for each other. Lovely banner by Queen_Mab! 

Chapter 8: "A Change of Scenery"

A/N:  Hello there all my lovely readers!
It has been quite a while since I updated and for that I am truly sorry.  What with school, a crazy personal life and lack of inspiration, I have not been able to sit down and write, really anything for that matter.  But here it is.  Fresh from the presses is chapter eight of the beloved "Perfect Charade."  I hope you like the little change that happens here.  This is quite unlike anything that happens in the movie, but it is mine.  Enjoy it and leave me a lot of lovely reviews.  I'm hoping the next installment will be up much more efficiently.

~ Love Ivy

"Imagine me without you.  I'd be lost and so confused.  I wouldn't last a day.  I'd be afraid without you there to see me through..." -Jaci Velasquez "Imagine Me Without You"

Everything that could’ve gone wrong on the day of the wedding did.  The weather that had been so nice the whole week before disappeared.  Thunderous rain clouds covered up the sky and let up torrents of water.  The man leading the ceremonies got sick and meanwhile, all Hermione could think about was Draco.
Ron had disappeared seemingly the night before and so had Draco.  Yet she still found herself craning her neck around the congregation looking for him, as if, by some miracle he would show up.  She didn’t even know why she cared so much.  After all, all that she and Draco had ever had was an animosity that ran too deep to change and a simple business arrangement. 
Sighing to herself, Hermione looked down at the dress that she wore.  It was beautiful, flowing lavender silk that somehow magically seemed to fit her perfectly.  The bridesmaids’ dresses also seemed to work like a dream which was a miracle considering that nothing else seemed to be going right.  Ginny looked like she was on the verge of tears as she walked down the aisle and all Hermione wanted to do was run away and go hide in a cave until she started to feel differently about her whole life.
It would’ve been easy to tell herself that everything was going to be okay, but unfortunately, she couldn’t quite get her mind to believe it.  Who knew where Draco was.  He probably was off having sex with some other woman.  For some reason that thought didn’t exactly sit well with her.  In fact, it made her feel unbelievably sick to her stomach.
Turning back to the ceremony that was going on right before her very eyes, Hermione took a deep breath and told herself that she had to focus.  She could not allow her feelings (if she could call them that) for Draco get in the way of her friend’s wedding.  Not to mention that Ginny was having the worst of luck.  She’d probably end up being a teary mess by the end of the whole affair.  At least then Hermione wouldn’t be the only one about to burst into tears at every moment.
Hermione looked over at Oliver who had willingly agreed to stand in for Ron as Best Man.  He nodded at her, smiling in a way that said that everything was going to be okay.  Hermione smiled back and then had another strange thought cross her mind.  What if Draco hadn’t left?  Would he have been prepared to take Ron’s place as Harry’s best man?  Would Harry have even wanted him to?
Shaking her head, Hermione listened to the service, and clapped and smiled as Ginny and Harry said their eternal vows.  Ginny was crying as Harry leaned down to kiss her and Hermione wasn’t true whether or not she was just happy or because she was disappointed with how the wedding had gone.  Hermione figured it must have been a combination of both.
When Hermione arrived back at the hotel room that Draco had generously continued to cover for the remainder of their stay, which was the next day at noon, she collapsed in the chair where she had caught Draco sleeping only a couple nights before.  An overwhelming wave of memories swept over her at the thought of kissing Draco, being held by Draco, making love to Draco…
She began to cry.  Why did she miss him so much?
A knock on the door interrupted her tears.  She got up to open the door to find Ginny standing there, sobbing. 
“Ginny?” Hermione asked.  “What’s the matter?”
Ginny stumbled into the hotel room, obviously drunk.  “Everything.  You saw the wedding.  I mean, I don’t know what happened but everything seemed to go wrong.
“My brother is the biggest ass on the planet, Draco left, the wedding was a disaster, and now, Harry has last minute business to attend to that apparently can’t wait,” Ginny took a shaky breath.  “So therefore we can’t leave tomorrow for our honeymoon as planned.”
Hermione narrowed her eyes.  “No.  That’s completely unacceptable.  What the hell would Harry have to do that’s more important than going on your honeymoon as planned?  I mean he saw how bad the wedding went.”
“I know,” Ginny said tearfully.  “We just got into a huge fight about it.”
“The joys of being married,” Hermione said wryly getting a small chuckle out of Ginny. 
The two girls sat in silence for a few minutes until Ginny asked.  “What are you going to do about Draco?”
“You mean Malfoy?” Hermione asked.
Ginny gave her an odd look but just shrugged.
“It was a weekend thing,” Hermione said, trying to convince herself more than Ginny.  “A business deal.  A one-time thing.  Now it’s done and we’re both gonna go back to our regular lives where we never see each other again.”
Hermione felt her stomach clench up at that thought.  It was true that she and Draco never saw each other.  But something could happen.  What if they didn’t see each other for a year and then randomly ran into each other at the supermarket.  What would it be like then?  Would they both act like nothing had happened?   That they hadn’t made love and that it hadn’t been the most amazing experience that they’d ever had?  That they hadn’t been able to share everything with each other?
“You can’t just forget about it, Hermione,” Ginny said quietly.  “Both of us know that it wasn’t just a one time thing.  You really fell in love with Draco and I very much suspect that he feels the same way.”
“I don’t know, Ginny,” Hermione shook her head.  “Somehow I don’t think that he’s feeling this way.”
Ginny smiled.  “You give yourself too little credit Hermione.”


Draco paced around his apartment for the millionth time that day.  He had gotten home the night before and had immediately paged through his address book to find a date for the next night.  He had to get Hermione out of his head.  All the way back he had been wondering whether leaving had been such a good idea.  How could he have stayed after what had happened?  It would’ve been impossible.
A knock on the door and his sister walked in. 
Cecilia Malfoy, his twin, had never gotten along as children.  While Cecilia spent most of her time with their mother, Draco had always wanted to follow in his father’s footsteps.  Somehow, Cecilia had always wanted to go to Beauxbatons, even if it meant being far away from their mother and so there she had gone, which was why no one knew about her.  At least no one at Hogwarts did.  But for some odd reason, the minute the two of them got out of school, they became the best of friends who talked about everything. 
Draco hadn’t been able to make himself do it.  He hadn’t been able to make himself call up some other random girl from his past to go out on a date with.  The only person he’d wanted to call had crossed the room and thrown her arms around him.
“Oh, brother dearest,” Cecilia said affectionately.  “What kind of mess have you gotten yourself into this time.”
Cecilia was beautiful and was in fact Draco, in female form.  Tall and slender with nice curves, brilliant blue eyes and long blond hair, the two couldn’t have looked more alike if they’d been picked out of a catalogue as a pair. 
“I fell in love with my client, Ci Ci,” Draco said seriously, using her childhood nickname.
Cecilia shook her beautiful head.  “I knew that was going to happen.  And now what?”
“Well,” Draco shrugged.  “I doubt I’ll ever see her again.  Not to mention that everyone at the wedding knows that I was hired.  Slightly embarrassing and probably not very good for business.”
“I’m sure you’ll dig your way out,” Cecilia stepped back.  “Are we going to dinner or not?”
Draco grinned at the insistence that the two of them shared.  “Yeah.  Let me get my coat.”
At dinner later that night, Draco told Cecilia all about Hermione.  Cecilia laughed and sighed where she was supposed to and then gasped because she couldn’t cry in such a nice restaurant.
“Well,” Cecilia shrugged.  “You sound very much in love with her.”
“I am,” Draco sighed.  “Though nothing will come of it.  She’s not even Pureblood.”
Cecilia snorted.  “So what?  My best friend is a Mudblood.”
Draco laughed.  Cecilia had always been more open-minded than anyone in the family.  She acted as she was supposed to obviously, but she was a favorite at parties simply because she could converse with anyone.  Draco often wondered if her seven years at Beauxbatons had made her see the world in a way that Draco had never gotten to experience because he’d constantly been worried about what his father would think.  It figured that Cecilia would be best friends with a Mudblood…
“Wait…” Draco furrowed his eyebrows.  “Rhea is a Mudblood?”
“Don’t tell Mum and Dad,” Cecilia grinned.
Draco shrugged.  “Could’ve fooled me.”
They were on desserts when Cecilia’s face lit up.  “I have an idea.”
“What’s that?” Draco asked curiously.  He still couldn’t stop thinking about Hermione, but with Cecilia around, at least he wasn’t having bad thoughts about her and their future together… or lack of, for that matter. 
“I’m to leave for the Bahamas tomorrow,” Cecilia explained.  “I was supposed to go with Rhea, as a matter of fact, but she cancelled on me last minute because of some family thing she has to do.
“I figure since you’re not working currently and considering the state that you’re in, that some sunshine would do you well.”
“I just had some,” Draco said skeptically.  “And what about Hermione?  I can’t just leave not having dealt with this problem.”
“Some space away will do you good, brother,” Cecilia urged.  “Then, in nine days, you can come back clear-headed, march up to her doorstep and woo her away.”
“You think it’ll be that easy, do you?” Draco asked, motioning to the waiter for the check. 
Cecilia smiled and shrugged.  “That’s the general idea, but don’t worry, we’ll get more detailed while we’re lying on a tropical island.”
Draco sighed.  “Fine.  Fine.  When do we leave tomorrow?”


As soon as Draco and Cecilia arrived at the walkway of the five-star resort that their father owned down in Nassau, he knew that Cecilia was right.  Ten days of lying on a beach or by the pool, despite the fact that the temperature was roaring at 35 degrees Celsius, would do him a lot of good.  He could flirt with cute women, eat amazing food, rule the hotel, and catch up with his sister.
“I’m kind of hungry,” Cecilia said as they handed their bags to a bellboy.  She grabbed Draco’s hand.  “Let’s go get something to eat at the café, maybe a drink too?  Then we can come change and go swim?”
“What time is it?” Draco asked.
“Twelve,” Cecilia looked at her watch.  “Come on.  Let’s go.”
The two Malfoys were greeted well and treated even better as it became apparent to all the hotel staff that their bosses were there visiting.  Placed into the Executive Suite, Draco flopped down on his bed and took a deep breath.  The sliding door that lead out onto a private balcony overlooked the pool and even farther out the ocean that was a brilliant turquoise sparkling like diamonds from the brightness of the warm summer sun. 
Cecilia appeared behind him and threw something at him.  “Draco.  Change.  Swim.”
Draco smiled at his sister and headed to his own private bathroom and then suddenly realized something.  He had hardly thought about Hermione at all since his sister had suggested that they come here.  Maybe this really would work.  Then he would be able to come back and find her and tell her how he felt about her.  Either that, or Hermione was just a passing thing that he would remember fondly but would never go anywhere.
For some reason that thought did not sit very well with him.  Shaking himself, Draco pulled himself together and then walked out into the main room where Cecilia in her baby blue bikini was sitting in a wicker chair with her legs resting on the glass table, a glass of brandy in one hand, a women’s magazine in the other.
Draco raised an eyebrow.  “Brandy, eh?  Pretty strong for a woman like you.”
“I can hold my liquor,” Cecilia shrugged, downed the contents and then stood up, wobbling a bit.  Draco caught her and pushed her feet back into the ground, laughing all the same.  Cecilia raised an eyebrow.  “Do you want some?”
Draco shook his head.  “Nope.  You ready to swim?”
“For sure,” Cecilia put on her flip-flops and then followed Draco out.



When they arrived down at the beach, they had the cabana boy post their cabana up right at the edge of the beach.  The ocean was a bit of a walk but neither Cecilia nor Draco minded.  This cabana was personalized and it even had a function to open up the roof to the sun.  Of course, they would do that with their wands, but all the same, it wasn’t worth moving it closer.  A waiter brought them a couple drinks.  Draco sipped a Corona while Cecilia sipped on a freshly made Pina Colada. 
“Okay,” Cecilia set her glass down.  “Ready?”
Draco nodded, set his beer down and then walked across the hot sand with his sister.  They ran as the sand stung their toes and the bottoms of their feet, laughing as they finally reached the water.  It was the perfect temperature and Draco dove into the water as Cecilia took her time, sashaying in so that she could make sure that if any men were watching, they would see her grand entrance to the biggest stage on the world. 
The two sat in the water for a while, splashing and talking and swimming and planning their vacation.  Draco decided that he would head in to take in some sun for a little while when all of a sudden he saw something… Or rather someone.
The most beautiful girl he had ever seen entered the water a little ways down.  The cutest redhead that he’d ever seen accompanied the girl.  But the two young women looked strangely familiar.  And then he heard Ginny’s laugh.  It was an unmistakable sound… Which could only mean….
Hermione was in the Bahamas.
“Draco,” Cecilia looked worried.  “What’s the matter?”
“She’s here,” Draco said quietly.
“Hermione is?” Cecilia asked, surprised as Draco felt.  “Which one is she?”
“She’s with the redhead, the one who just got married,” Draco explained.  What was Ginny doing here without Harry?  Hadn’t she told him just a few days before that they were going to the Bahamas for their honeymoon?  Why was Hermione there?  Where was Harry?  “Hermione’s the one with the honey blond hair.”
Cecilia shielded her eyes with her hand and squinted.  “Oh.  I see her.  She’s cute.  Good choice, Draco.”
“Shut up, Ci Ci,” Draco snapped.  “I’m not ready for this.”
“I know,” Cecilia nodded.  “I know.  Come on.  Let’s go back up to the room and we can think about how we’re going to approach this.  She doesn’t know.  I can tell, but it’ll be okay.”
Draco shook his head.  His whole world seemed to be falling apart.  Who knew what it would be like to see and talk to Hermione again?  Especially when he wasn’t expecting it.  Well, he’d supposed he would find out sooner or later, because like it or not, they just both happened to be on the same island in the Bahamas.
Fate really could be cruel sometimes.