I'm sooo very sorry for the long wait. I couldn't find the perfect song. Then Makoto Sagaro used the following song (Hear Me Out by Frou Frou) in a story. It was perfect! Exactly what I needed Draco to want to say. So I dedicate this chapter to Makoto Sagaro. Thank you for introducind me to the perfect song!

I don't own anything HP, the song or Frou Frou. This is only written for entertainment purposes and not intended for monetary gain.

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Pansy talked to the different reporters making sure they were giving the Gala and Jamie the best coverage available. She had to deal with Designers who were running late, and making sure everything was running smoothly for them. She had to make sure the guards were getting the models to their shows. Security was especially tight around Jamie. Pansy was sure she'd seen Draco and she didn't want him anywhere near her little sister.

Ron was making sure his best mate and client had everything needed to make things go smoothly. He barked orders to Jamie's assistant to make sure she had plenty of bottle water and light snacks in easy reach. That things were warded to to prevent tampering. Ron would have loved to see the shows but with Jamie modeling for six of them, one of which was Hermione's, he had to stay behind the scenes.

Blaise with the help of two assistants was following Jamie from show to show. He was one of many photographers shooting the shows. His only and main concern was Jamie. She was his focal point. The only show that he would totally photograph would be Hermione's show which was scheduled to be the last show before the "meet and greet" part of the gala. He noticed Draco at every one of Jamie's shows but didn't have the inclination or the time to speak to him. He just hoped Pansy didn't see him.

Hermione was going over the clothes making sure everything was ready. All the accessories and shoes were laid out with the correct outfit. Her assistants were making sure the correct outfit was with the model it belonged to. Of course Jamie had the choice pieces. She would be the first, middle and last model to walk. Jamie would be wearing Hermione's favorites which just happened to be her signature gowns.

Draco sat in the front row of every one of Jamie's shows. He sat not fair from the photographers on his left while magazine reporters said not far on his right. He knew he had primo seats. Draco knew Blaise had seen him by the shake of Blaise's head and the frown directed at him. Draco hoped that meant that Blaise hadn't had time to read the information and not that Blaise thought it too little too late.

Jamie was energetic and barely breaking a sweat. She was patient with her dressers, make-up artists and hair stylists. They loved taking care of Jamie. She was always the easiest to please and take care of. When she stepped out on the stage the crowd would surge to their feet and clap. Even in the unrealistic and unbelievable outfits some of the designers had her wear, Jamie looked like a graceful goddess.

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Jamie had just finished her fifth show and was having her makeup taken off and her hair brushed out. Hermione had asked for a "clean slate" so to speak. Portions were around her making a cubicle of sorts. She could hear three models talking nearby. At first she didn't care to hear what they were talking about and then Draco's name was mentioned.

"Did you hear? Nikita, Philip and Jean-Paul were arrested today," one of the girls said.

"No! What happened?" the second model asked.

"Oh you'll love this. Especially knowing how much you just loovveee Nikita," the third voice sneered.

"What tell me!" the second model demanded.

"Rumor has it they were drugging Draco Malfoy with Angel's Kiss," the first reported.

"That red dust?" the second girl wondered.

"The very same. His house elf saw them dust the house and reported back to his master."

"Why wasn't it in the papers?" Jamie wondered the same thing.

"He's Lord Malfoy. With his money of course they'd hide it," the third girl said with a bit of bite.

"Then how do you two know?"

"My cousin is an Auror. He was one of the ones investigating. He mentioned it escorting me to one of my shows."

"Wow! But why would they dust him? I thought that stuff was illegal."

"It is dummy! Why else would they dust him? They were hoping he'd marry one of them. It was the only way to get to him after he started dating Jamie. "

"Does Jamie know?" All three of them turned to look at the portion. Each wondering if the dark haired beauty was in there. "What about his friends?"

"Surely someone would have told them."

"I don't think she knew..." They all watched as Ron and Blaise held up a very pale Jamie and they walked her out of the area.

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The three arrived backstage to Hermione's show.

"Hermione! Hermione come quick!" Ron yelled.

"What? What is wrong? Oh my! Jamie! What's wrong with Jamie?" Hermione gasped running up to them. "Jamie! Jamie! What's wrong?"

"She heard a rumor about Malfoy," Ron told her.

"I did receive something from Draco this morning. It's in my bag. I'm going to go get it. Hermione can you get a calming potion for Jamie?" Blaise said heading to his crew to get his bag.

"I'll get Pansy to stall the show for a bit," Ron said running off to find Pansy. Hermione handed Jamie a vial.

"Do you want to talk?" Hermione asked the trembling girl. Jamie shook her head.

"I need to get ready," Jamie told her as if in a daze.

"We can be a little late," Hermione told her.

"No. I can think about this after the gala. I can't right now Hermione," Jamie begged. "Please Hermione. I can't do this right now."

"If you're sure," Hermione said her voice cracking. She turned as she heard Pansy speaking on stage. Pansy was announcing some musical guest who would be entertaining the crowd while the show was being set up. She informed the crowd due to other shows running late, the last show wasn't ready to go. "Let's get you dressed." Hermione led the girl away.

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Blaise pulled out the envelope and opened it. He read it and then handed it over to Ron and Pansy who had just left the stage.

"It's true," he told them. "Draco was drugged with Angel's kiss."

"So he was being drugged to be with them? It was against his will?" Pansy asked.

"Looks that way," Ron answered before Blaise could.

"What do we do?" Pansy asked watching Hermione led Jamie away.

"We hope for the best. It's all up to Jamie now," Blaise said looking through the curtains at Draco who had left his seat and was talking to the sound crew.

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Jamie was numb. She didn't know what to think or believe. Could it be true? Her instincts were telling her to run. Run far away. Only she couldn't. This show was sooo important to Hermione. The Gala soooo important to Pansy. She couldn't let them down.

"Jamie are you sure you can do this? You're up first," Hermione told her.

"I'll be fine Hermione. Don't worry," Jamie whispered. A very short circle skirt was cinched around Jamie's waist while a flowy poet shirt was tied around her waist to form a mid-drift. Long chains were lowered over her head and boots were placed on her feet. Her hair was placed in an upswept ponytail while her make up was applied. Hermione nodded in approval.

Jamie stood and hugged everyone before going to stand at the stairs leading to the stage. Pansy was back on stage. The band wasn't leaving. Jamie turned to look back at Hermione who shrugged.

"Serenading our beautiful Jamie and you, our fans, is Frou Frou," Pansy informed the crowd. "You're out the whole song so play it up," Pansy told her coming down the stairs. "You sure you can do this?" Jamie nodded. She started up the stairs. Before she even reached the stage the song started. Jamie waited to get a feel for the song before stepping out.

I join the queue on your answerphone

And all i am - is holding breath

Just pick up i know you're there

Can't you hear - i'm not myself

Jamie was doing this cross between a skip and a shuffle as she moved towards the band.

Oh go ahead and lie to me

You could say anything

Small talk will be - just fine

Your voice is everything

We owe it to love

And it all depends on you

She came to a stop beside the woman singing and waved to her before swaying for a moment to the music. Then with a flounce she started down the stage.

So listen up - this sun hasn't set

I refuse to believe that it's only me feeling

Just hear me out - i'm not over you yet

It's love on the line can you handle it

She smiled, waved and blew kisses to the crowd. She stumbled as she spotted Draco sitting there watching her. Of course no one but those who knew her knew she had stumbled. Everyone else thought it was part of the show.

So how do i do normal

The smile i fake - the permanent wave of

Cue cards and fix it kits

Can't you tell - i'm not myself

She posed and twined the necklaces around her fingers. A half turn and another pose. She ruffled the skirt. A slow spin had the skirt slightly flaring around her long legs.

I'm a slow motion accident

Lost in coffee rings - and fingerprints

I don't - wanna feel - anything

But i do

And it all comes back to you

She looked at Draco over her shoulder. To everyone else she was smiling and laughing but Draco knew she was searching. He realized she knew. She knew and she knew this song was his message to her.

So listen up - this sun hasn't set

(I refuse to believe that it's only me feeling)

Just hear me out - i'm not over you yet

(It's love on the line can you handle it?)

Her three friends watched from the sidelines. Each hoping and praying she was going to be able to pull this off. They were amazed at the show so far.

So listen up

Look at me straight

Just hear me out

Don't make me wait

I'm not myself

I can't take this

Love's on the line

Is that your final answer

Jamie started back up the stage. She turned and did a little innocent pose and blew one last kiss.

I join the queue on your answerphone

And all i am - is holding breath

Just pick up i know you're there...

Jamie walked back to the band. She swayed a bit to the music and with a wave headed off the stage.

So listen up - this sun hasn't set

(I refuse to believe that it's only me feeling)

Just hear me out - i'm not over you yet

(It's love on the line can you handle it?)