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The Family Jewels	By : Mdunlap Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 137575 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 7
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Chapter 1

Lord Malfoy?

Blaise Zabini tossed his black hair back and took the hand of the petite witch in front of him and decided his best course of action was abject begging. His lips started kissing the fingertips of Hermione Granger, the Gryffindor Head Girl. She knew she was well within her rights to deny what he wanted, but he looked up at her with those indigo eyes, “Please cara, I am asking you for this one small favor.”

Hermione sighed. “Blaise. Blaise, stop.” He was now kneeling in front of her, his lips caressing the inside of her right wrist, and it could get embarrassing if someone saw them. Right there in the middle of the Charms corridor.

“Exactly what am I agreeing to again?” she asked with a defeated air.

“Are you agreeing, cara?” Blaise looked up at her then continued licking and kissing the inside of her wrist.

“I suppose so, but I need to know what I get out of this,” she said determinedly. Blaise was getting to her, and she didn’t want him to know. ‘It’s just a physical reaction to someone as gorgeous as he is, dare I say it, licking me,’ she thought.

“Draco is my best friend, and it’s his birthday next week. He’s had a hell of a year, we all have. I want to take just a few hours and forget. Pretend. Whatever gets you through the night. You share a common room with him, and I want to throw him a surprise party that is a true surprise. I need you for this. First, I want to have the party in your common room, which I don’t have the password for.” Blaise gave her his best hurt expression that she wouldn’t give him the password. “And second, I need you to keep him busy for a few hours before the party, far away from the Slytherin dorms, without arousing any suspicion on his birthday. He’s not stupid, you know.”

“Again, what do I get out of this, Zabini?”

Blaise raised an eyebrow over her use of his last name. He had been Blaise since the middle of sixth year. Hermione had the grace to look a little shamefaced at the expression in his eyes. “Well, Hermione, which of my services would you like?”

She frowned at the word services, but straightened her shoulders and replied, “I want to approve the guest list if the party’s going to be in the Head Dorms.”

“And do I get to choose which people will initially be on that list?” Blaise questioned, trying to make this work to his advantage. “It is Draco’s party; I would only want to invite people who would actually want to celebrate with us.”

“I suppose that does sound fair, but I want to see the full list before any invitations go out. I also want your assurance that no one will have sex in my bed during the party.” Hermione tossed her golden brown curls over her left shoulder.

Blaise smiled at the gesture. She always threw her hair around when she was uncomfortable about something. He had even seen her try to do it when her long hair was caught in a braid down her back, and her hand just brushed over the top of her shoulder.

“No one?” he questioned. “Not even you?” Blaise smiled at the flush that crept up her neck towards her face.

“I will not be having sex during your party. I will not even be there.” Hermione smiled at Blaise.

“Yes, you will. You have no intention of missing Draco’s birthday. And Professor Snape is only allowing everyone to be out after curfew in the Head Dorms if you are there,” Blaise admitted.

“You went to Snape before you even asked me? What a Slytherin thing to do.” Hermione said as she pretended to be angry.

“Thank you.” Blaise was still trying to get her to understand that he felt this was a compliment. “I will take care of everything, Hermione. Food, drinks, decorations, party hats.”

“There’s going to be party hats? This I’ve got to see.”

“But of course, cara, it is his birthday after all. He won’t turn 17 again.” Blaise made sure there was no trace of his usual smug expression at her capitulation. In his mind, he added, ‘Let’s hope he makes it to 18. That we all do.’

Draco Malfoy turned the corner only to find his best friend on his knees in front of Hermione Granger. Quick as lightening, a thought flashed through his brain, ‘This ought to be good.’ He threw himself down in front of her as well, took her right hand and began pressing open mouthed kisses to her palm. “Please, cara, whatever Blaise said, that’s what we want.”

“Do you even know what Blaise wants?” Hermione demanded.

“Well, no, but if you managed to get Blaise down on his knees, it’s got to be good.” He smirked at her, and then raised his eyebrows at his best friend.

Blaise was looking a little horrified, but as the seconds clicked by, he realized that Draco really didn’t know what he wanted from her, and was only playing the situation for a laugh. “Well, I was just seeing if I could get Hermione to agree to trade prefect duty with me tonight, or have my first born child, which ever came first.”

“And which did she agree to?” Draco asked sardonically, “assuming that she understands that trading duty would be a favor to you, while shagging her and taking her out of the running for Virgin Queen of Hogwarts would clearly be a favor to her.”

“I’ve got a lot of studying to do, so unless there’s anything else you would like to get me to agree to, I’ll be going.” Hermione shook her hands free of the boys, took a deep cleansing breath, picked up her bag and began to walk to the library.

“So which is it, mate?” Draco asked again.

Blaise winked at him. “Bloody hell, Draco, if I play my cards right, maybe both.”

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Draco Malfoy, Slytherin Head Boy, Quidditch Captain and Seeker, ran his hand through his hair before he strode into the Great Hall for dinner. He had grown, as boys are apt to do, and now stood above six feet, with platinum blond hair that brushed his shoulders and silver grey and blue eyes. He carried himself well, his black robe of the finest material, fastened by a heavy platinum clasp of the Malfoy crest, a snake with emerald eyes coiled around a red rose. He took his accustomed seat at the top of the table, next to Blaise, and smiled as everyone looked to see what his mood was this evening. “Blaise,” Draco acknowledged, and then started putting food on his plate. A collective feeling of relief slid down the Slytherin table that their leader was apparently in a good mood.

“Draco,” Blaise answered back. He looked up to see an unfamiliar owl approaching their table. A large black owl drifted down in the middle of the table and held out a letter to Draco.

Draco took the letter and looked at the writing. It was addressed to Viscount Draconis Julian Malfoy. “Looks official,” Blaise commented, continuing to eat.

“Yes, I think I’ll read this later,” he stowed the letter in his robes for when there weren’t so many people around. “It probably has something to do with my 17^th birthday next week.”

“Good Lord, Malfoy, are you going to become Lord Malfoy?” Blaise asked in an undertone.

“No, my sainted father continues to have the pleasure of that title.” Draco’s face was a little pinched as he thought about his father.

“Have you heard from him?” Blaise enquired gently. He knew the fact that Draco’s father had escaped from Azkaban without a trace weighed heavily on his friend’s mind.

“No, and I hope to keep it that way,” Draco stated in such a way that Blaise knew this subject was closed.

“Next week. That’s right. We should do something to celebrate your birthday.” Blaise smiled, waiting, hoping, for his next words.

“I can’t. Granger set up a meeting for Head business with the Headmaster and both our Heads of House for that night.” Draco had not wanted to admit to her that it was his birthday next Thursday night when she asked him if it would fit into his schedule. She had pointed out that with his relentless Quidditch practice; there were few evenings that she could set up such a meeting to plan out the events for the rest of the term.

Inwardly, Blaise rejoiced at this information. Hermione was coming through in spades. Draco would never suspect a thing when he came back from the meeting to find that his birthday was not being overlooked after all. “Well, Draco, at least next weekend is a Hogsmeade weekend. I’ll buy you a butterbeer.”

“Thanks mate. I’ll take you up on that.” Draco sighed, thinking that this birthday was not turning out to be what he had always imagined it to be at all. Draco finished eating, and then stood up. He looked at the other tables in the Great Hall to see the Golden Trio of Gryffindor laughing at something. Hermione looked up at him and met his eyes, but he couldn’t read her expression. Draco looked away.

“I’m going to go to the library to study. You coming?” Blaise shook his head at Draco, then turned to the pretty fifth year witch sitting next to him and proceeded to flirt outrageously with her.

‘Great. It’s bloody great that my best friend won’t let anything come between him and a piece of skirt,’ Draco thought viciously.

Pansy looked at Blaise as soon as the doors had closed behind Draco. “It seems like he doesn’t suspect a thing, Blaise.”

“Yes, but I hope he doesn’t hex me before the party for suggesting that all we do for his birthday is have a lousy butterbeer two days later,” Blaise answered with a twist of his lips.

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