She had been roused from bed early this morning. Hannah had wanted to pout, but Draco wasn't having any.

They had been shopping most of the day. He'd been explaining as they went along. Hannah appreciated it. She didn't understand shopping before. Now at least she had an idea. It was not for her, but Hannah had a better understanding of the "sport". Draco taught her what styles and colors worked best for her. She should have been working on the bakery, but Draco had glared and said Tindy and Didly would look after it today. He was also going to put an ad in the paper for her a cashier and a waitress. She needed more days off because he was going to have her practice shopping more often.

"Come out," Draco shouted.

Hannah looked at the green knicker and bra ensemble. "I don't think you should see me in my knickers."

"I've seen you in your knickers before, you know."

That was true. Hannah stuck her head out of the door slowly. She darted out quickly, ran a circle around Draco's chair, giggled loudly, then rushed back into the dressing room, slamming the door.

"Are you for real with that shite? Come out. No one's in here. Let's get a proper look at you."

This was true. He had seen her before and no one else was in there. This place had private dressing rooms for a fee. Though Hannah had protested, he had gotten them.

Draco had already been wearing his Salem Massachusetts witch tee shirt. He'd decided on a pair of black dragon's hide trou and some new boots. Hannah didn't understand his interest in black boots that looked like you could stomp a person to death with. He needed a jacket in Hannah's opinion, but he said he was not cold. Draco was never cold, she'd noticed. He'd also been less and less interested in hiding his scarred dark mark. The black tee shirt certainly did not hide it.

Hannah had already decided she was wearing the bitty yellow dress tonight. She'd fallen in love with the lovely yellow dress the moment she spotted it. Draco had complained, of course, but she had argued that HE would not be the one wearing it. It was bright and sunny. It was also strapless and short. There had been lots of other clothes for the both of them today. She didn't know if all her clothes would fit in the closet she was using, and Draco had mentioned that perhaps she should take one of the guest rooms as her own to keep her clothes in.

"Chinese food?"

Hannah peeked out again. "Sounds good. Where are we going tonight? You never have said."

"Dancing."

"Draco, have you seen me dance?"

"I can make anyone look good on the dance floor, Sunshine. Trust me."

*~*~*

She couldn't recall the name of the place they were, but Hannah liked the little drinks with the umbrellas.

Of course Draco was not letting her have any more umbrella drinks. That was okay. She currently had a yellow umbrella tucked behind her ear. Draco was a good dancer, much better than her. He could also drink far more. They'd done a few shots. Hannah could barely walk now, let alone dance. Draco was having to hold her up half the time. She was having a very good time. It's just Draco had not known how much of a lightweight she was when it came to drinking. He had not known to cut her off until it was far too late.

Hannah was sitting at the bar facing the dance floor with her arms propped back on the bar. Draco was sitting next to her.

"Tired yet," he asked, shouting over the music.

"Not in the least," Hannah smiled. "I'm having fun. Thank you for this. I'm a bit thirsty though."

Draco got her a soda water. He was trying to sober her up a little before they headed out.

Hannah bristled when someone spoke in her ear from the other side.

"You're Hannah Abbott, right?"

Hannah looked at the man. She did not know him, did not recognize him. She realized people were becoming aware of her due to her connections these days though. Hannah brushed some hair from her face and noticed the man staring at her ring.

"And if I am?"

"That's not Blaise Zabini." It was a good thing he was speaking clearly and could read his lips a bit.

"No," Hannah said, getting annoyed. "It happens to be his best mate."

"Yes," the man said with a calculated look. "Draco Malfoy. I thought so."

Hannah was getting a bad feeling. "And you are?"

"Ticky Boxman."

Before Hannah knew what she had done, her whole glass of soda water had flown into his face. Hannah's nostrils were flaring, and she wished the club had not had a wand check at the door. She'd have hexed this piece of gossip-mongering filth.

"You bitch!"

"Only when properly motivated," Hannah snapped. "I must say your calling me an unlucky charm who kills men certainly is motivating, not to mention what you said about Pansy. You're despicable. Be lucky I don't have my wand. I'd conveniently forget that I am a lady."

Boxman looked as if he were going to reach for her. Hannah shouted and backed away, stumbling and falling due to her intoxication. She looked up in time to see Draco's fist connect with Boxman's face. The group the reporter had been with decided to retaliate. They were sorry. Not that no one landed a punch, but like Draco had never been punched before. They obviously recognized him and were not expecting a pureblood wizard to fight like a muggle.

When one of them pulled a hidden wand, Hannah took her shoe off and hurled it. It bounced off of the back of the man's head. He spun around, wand pointed. He was taken down by security before he could use the smuggled-in wand. Hannah sprung unsteadily to her feet to help Draco more. He seemed to be handling things rather well, but she felt the need to help. She jumped on the back of the nearest fellow and pulled his hair sharply. The man shouted. She'd be embarrassed about her unladylike behavior later, but Hannah had never had this much fun in her entire life.

Well, up until she and Draco had been stunned by the club's security and the MLE was called.


{SUMMARY} Draco and Hannah's day out ends up in drunken brawling complete with shoe hurling.