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“What the bloody hell are you thinking, Hermione?” Harry demanded as sat down in one of the chairs in Hermione’s office.
She gave him a patient look before letting her eyes fall back on the parchment she had been reading. A soft smile played on her lips at the suggestion the parchment was making. Or, rather, the suggestion the author of the parchment was making. She glanced back up at Harry and frowned at his sour glare. “What is it that you want, Harry?” she asked, waving a hand over the various parchments on her desk. “As you can see, I’m very busy.”
“Are you seriously dating that wanker?” he asked.
Rolling her eyes, she sighed as she pinched the bridge of her nose with her thumb and forefinger. “I know what you’re about to say and you can stop right there,” she told him as she gazed up into his green eyes. “We were children back then and he was untainted by the horrors of war. He’s… changed.”
He shook his head and gestured at her. “Would you listen to yourself? This is Malfoy we’re talking about. He’s…”
“Changed, Harry,” she interrupted. “We’ve gotten to know one another more and the more I learn, the happier I’ve become.”
“What of Ron?”
Hermione’s eyes blazed at that. “What of him?” she growled, sitting up straight. “Malfoy sends me a boutique of flowers unexpectedly, without my knowledge and Ron automatically assumes I’ve been cheating on him! And that’s not the first time I’ve been accused. First he takes forever to ask me out and when he does, it seems more of a chore than genuine. The ONLY things he really wants to do is go to dinner or the latest Quidditch match and I swear, a grindylow has more romance in its tentacles than Ron has in his whole being.”
“You know he gets nervous around you,” Harry protested.
The Muggle born shook her head. “It doesn’t matter anymore,” she told him. She looked defeated as she sighed and visibly slumped in her chair. “He’s never there for me when I need him, but Merlin forbid if I’m not there for him. At least Draco and I talk.”
“He’s going to hurt you, Hermione,” he warned, pushing up his glasses with his forefinger.
“You don’t know that, Harry,” she said, looking at him.
“I know what he is, Hermione.”
“And what is he?” she asked, sitting back in her chair with her arms folded.
Both of his eyebrows shot above his hairline. “He’s a Death Eater, or at least a former one. Not to mention, his family are some of the most conservative Purebloods in all of Britain. Do you honestly think his father will condone this relationship? You know he’ll never marry you.”
“Harry!” she chided, looking scandalized.
He continued, “And in case you’ve forgotten, he’s a Slytherin. There’s a reason he was considered one of the Princes of Slytherin. What do you think he’s going to want from you after dating for so long? And when you don’t deliver? He’ll either dump you or rape you.”
“Harry James Potter!” she shouted, standing up and stamping her foot. “How dare you! You don’t know that. Draco may have been a Death Eater, but he never killed anyone. He never wanted anything Voldemort forced him to do. And yes, he may have been ‘the Prince of Slytherin’, or one of them, but he does have morals. Draco’s a gentleman and would never force himself on me!” She sobered a little. “As for marriage…” She looked down at the desk and lost some of her steam. She couldn’t find much of an argument to that claim.
She knew he had alluded to the idea during their meeting with Lucius, but would he ever actually go through with it? It’s not like he had asked her. “We don’t even know each other well enough,” she admitted. “At least, not well enough for those kinds of questions.”
Harry sighed as he sat back. “Think about it, Hermione. Think long and hard. Yes we were children when he tormented us in school, but history doesn’t change and the best indicator of future behavior is past behavior. Is that really what you want?”
She scowled at him. “Why can’t you just give him a chance?” she asked. “Let him show you that he’s changed.”
He looked at her for a long moment. “So, that’s it then? You’re completely through with Ron? You’ve moved on with Malfoy?” At her nod, he gave another sigh. “Then I suppose that’s that then.”
Her eyes watered and he stood up and walked around her desk. He held out a hand and helped her to stand before wrapping his arms around her. “I don’t like it. I truly hate him, but I love you more, Hermione,” he said then made eye contact with her. “As long as he makes you happy, I won’t interfere. You’re the sister I never had and I will destroy anyone who purposely harms you.”
She gave him a watery smile. “Thank you, Harry.”
He stepped out of their embrace and gave her a soft smile. Then, his eyes brightened. “Oh, I almost forgot. Ginny and I will be having a dinner at Grimmauld Place Friday evening. You’re invited as we have some news we’d like to share.”
“Will I be allowed to bring Draco?” she asked, uncertainly.
He stared at her for a long moment. “You can,” he said after a long pause. “But if he tries anything, I will hex him.”
She giggled at that. “I’ll make sure he behaves himself,” she assured him.
(II)(II)
“You want to take her horseback riding?” Nott asked carefully as he gave Draco a funny look.
Draco shook his head. “Not just with any horses, Nott,” he explained. “I’m going to take her to the stable we own out in Ireland. I think she’d enjoy riding pegasi.”
The dark haired Slytherin shrugged as he fixed himself two fingers of Draco’s brandy. “Sure, if she wasn’t afraid of flying.”
Draco’s mouth dried at that. “I didn’t know,” he said as he tried to think of something else they could do. What person was afraid of flying?
Nott smirked. “Yes, I know you didn’t know. That’s why you have me to help you figure out what you should do with her.”
Zabini entered the room from the bathroom, zipping up his fly. “Ever thought of trying something Muggle?” he asked curiously. “Or maybe taking her to the theatre? I do believe she likes those sinama things, with the large moving picture with sound?”
“Cinema,” Draco corrected, shocking the two men. He shrugged. “I could take her to one of those, but I don’t know what’s playing.”
Nott tilted his head for a moment. “Well, one of us could always pop into Muggle London and pick up a Muggle newspaper. I would think there would be a list in there.”
Zabini snapped his fingers and pointed at Nott. “Good thinking. A nice dinner and the cinema actually sounds like a perfect date,” he said.
Draco smirked. “Maybe you can bring Johnson and make it a double date?” he suggested.
The black skinned man rolled his eyes. “For the thousandth time, Johnson and I are not dating,” he growled. “We work together and sometimes I take her out to lunch. It’s like when Theo or I go to Granger’s office or offer to take her to lunch. Nothing has or ever will happen between us.”
“When have you taken Granger to lunch?” Draco asked a bit peeved.
“We used to all the time before you showed up,” Zabini stated with a shrug. “The Weasel wasn’t a very good boyfriend and I hated passing by her office and seeing her alone.”
Nott nodded in agreement. “I’m with you, mate,” he said. “There were so many times I wanted to throttle the prat.”
Draco smiled. “Yes, well, now she’s very well taken care of.”
“Good thing, too,” Nott told him. The dark haired man leaned against the table in the study. He lifted his glass to his lips as he added, “She was dangerously close to marrying that blood traitor, Weasley.”
“Speaking of, when do you intend on popping the question, Malfoy?” Zabini asked as he fixed his own drink. “While dating is fun, I can’t imagine you lasting long just wanking every night.”
Draco frowned and took a pull from his drink. He grimaced and glanced down at the drink. “I’m not sure. Figured I’d give it a month or two, let her get used to dating me first,” he told them both.
“Too long,” groaned Nott.
“I agree,” Zabini said, taking a pull from his drink as well. “A month, maybe, but two? That’s just masochistic.”
Nott nodded, but Draco argued, “If I make it too soon, she’ll think it’s a set up.”
“It is a set up,” Nott pointed out. “You want to marry her, and you need to marry her before your father gets out of prison.”
“The sooner you consummate your union, the better,” Zabini advised.
Draco stared at his brandy in thought. He wanted his father out of that hell hole, the sooner the better, but he knew his friends were right. Seeing his father again only served to remind him of the prejudice imbedded within their family.
“He almost married a Muggle, did you know?” he told his friends.
The two glanced at one another and then at Draco. Nott pursed his lips. “Father might have mentioned it once,” he admitted, earning a stunned look from Draco. The dark haired man shrugged. “Don’t look so surprised, Malfoy. According to Father, your father wasn’t the only one. Something about infiltrating the royal line.”
Draco sighed. “I don’t know how long it’s going to take Granger to free my father,” he confessed. “You’re right, though. I’ll need to marry her before it happens.”
“And consummate,” Zabini pointed out and Draco glowered at him.
“What’s it to you, Zabini? Why are you so anxious for me to get into her knickers?”
The black man rolled his eyes. “Or don’t consummate. See if I care. But for every day you don’t, you give your father an opportunity to have the marriage annulled.”
Draco frowned. “He couldn’t. He would need both of our signatures and consent.”
“He doesn’t need your consent to rape her,” Zabini pointed out and Draco’s eyes widened. “She’s a virgin, Draco. All he would need is proof that she had been unfaithful to you and it would be as though the marriage never took place.”
Nott caught on quickly and sneered. “And what better proof than to have her virgin blood on his own dick.”
“He wouldn’t.”
“No?” Zabini argued. “And you can be sure of that? You know he’s done it in the past, thanks to the Dark Lord. Didn’t he confess as much to your mother? It wouldn’t be below him to do it again to protect his own son from ‘Mudblood filth’.”
Draco sighed. They were right. He would have to marry her sooner and he would have to make sure their marriage was consummated. Well, the latter was easy once they gave their vows to one another. They would honeymoon the night of their wedding and he would make sure she was filled with his seed. Maybe one will even take fruit? He could just envision Granger impregnated with his offspring. She would make such a wonderful mother.
“Master Draco, sir,” piped Maisey as she came into the room, breaking his trance. She bowed her head to the three wizards and announced, “Miss Granger is here, sir. Would Master Draco like Maisey to bring her in here?”
Draco smiled. “Yes, Maisey. Bring her here and make us some sandwiches and tea.”
“Yes, sir, Master Draco, sir,” the elf said before she vanished out of the room.
He looked at his friends as his smile turned into a smirk. “Speak of the she-demon and she appears,” he joked.
Both of his friends shared puzzled expressions, but he ignored them as Hermione stepped into the room. “Hello, love,” he greeted as he met her at the door and pulled her into an embrace.
He bent his head down to kiss her tenderly on the lips. When she returned his kiss, sighing into his mouth, he took the opportunity to deepen the kiss, darting his tongue out to swipe along her bottom lip.
“Get a room,” Nott joked.
Breaking the kiss, Draco looked at his friend and smirked. “We will,” he promised and he laughed when Granger slapped his chest lightly.
“Draco!” she reprimanded.
He turned his attention back to her, silver eyes meeting honey, and quirked a brow. “I believe I did say something about you hitting me.”
She touched the buttons on his shirt with her fingertips, making her fingers “walk” up to his collar and she smiled. “Yes, but that was before we started dating,” she commented. “And I didn’t hit you in anger… well, not true anger.” Her smile turned devious as she added, “Planning to punish me now, Draco? Isn’t that what you do with a bad girl?”
His eyes widened and he nearly choked on his own saliva. The other two Slytherins burst into laughter as he forced down the lump that had suddenly formed in his throat. “Play with fire, witch, and you will get burned,” he managed to croak. Even in his own ears the threat sounded weak.
She giggled as she twirled out of his embrace. He silently reminded himself that she was, in fact, a virgin. Inwardly, he groaned. This was going to be a long courting process, he knew. His friends were right. He would have to propose to her and soon.
“What brings you to the Manor, love? I thought we were going to meet in your office to go out to lunch?” he asked as she sashayed towards the other two Slytherins.
She pivoted in one spot and took a delicate seat on the arm of Draco’s chair. How she knew that was his chair, he hadn’t the foggiest, but damn if she didn’t look sexy. And she was wearing green again.
“I thought I would surprise you,” she told him, honestly. She glanced at the other two Slytherins. “I would like if you two joined us as well. I’ve already spoken to Narcissa and she’s coming, too. She had to run and change real fast. Figured we’d go to the Three Broomsticks.”
Draco frowned. “Are you sure your lunch hour will allow for that?” She simply gave him a smile and a wink, causing him even more confusion. What was his witch planning now?
Blaise shrugged. “I could use a quick butterbeer. Maybe some fish and chips, too,” he said, smiling at the Gryffindor.
She beamed at Blaise and then looked expectantly at Theo. The dark haired man sighed. “I suppose it wouldn’t hurt,” he agreed. “But you’re not paying this time, Granger.”
“Of course not,” she chuckled, pressing her hand to her chest in mock outrage. She giggled, “Draco is.”
As his friends laughed, Draco stared at her. He then glared at his friends. “You’re paying for your own meal,” he snarled, causing Granger to giggle some more.
She rubbed his shoulder. “You shouldn’t be so cruel to your friends, Draco,” she teased.
He frowned at her. “You speak as if they’re paupers!” he accused. “Zabini and Nott both have enough money each they could both buy their own pubs three times over, if not more.”
“Oi!” Nott shouted, putting his drink down.
Zabini lifted a single eyebrow and downed the rest of his drink. Placing it beside Nott’s, he looked at the blond. “I do believe you’ve been around Miss Granger much too long, Draco. You’re becoming quite bold.”
“That’s not from being around her,” Draco argued, pulling the Muggle born closer to him.
She smiled up at him as his mother walked into the room.
(III)(III)
Draco plopped down in his armchair and sighed heavily. The outing had been great and nothing pleased him more than seeing his mother and his girlfriend getting along so well. Something in him told him that he should probably question it, but he couldn’t find the energy to much care. They were getting along. That was enough for him for now.
He thought of his next move. He still hadn’t met her parents yet and his mother hadn’t been successful in finding them. Honestly, how common was the name “Granger” in the Muggle world? It couldn’t have been that common.
There was still work to be done, so he sighed and stood up from his seat. Going into his closet, he found a simple pair of jeans and a green polo shirt with the Slytherin crest on the upper left hand part of his chest. He kicked off his shoes, changed his clothes, and slipped on a pair of trainers. He stuck his wand down the side of his sock. Standing up straight, he glanced into the mirror. He smirked at the seemingly Muggle who stood looking back at him. The Slytherin shirt may have been a little much, but he didn’t really care. He didn’t really have any Muggle clothes, something he was looking to correct today.
Maybe he could find a directory…
(IV)(IV)
A couple hours later, Draco stormed into his room and slammed his purchases onto his bed. Grabbing a handful of Floo powder, he threw it into the fire. “Nott Manor!” he shouted. The moment the flames turned green, he stuck his head within them. “Theo!”
He saw his friend coming towards the fire. “Draco? Everything alright, mate?” he asked, drawing closer.
“Yeah. Come through,” the blond said as he stepped out of the fire and back into his room.
Moments later, Nott entered the room followed closely by Zabini. Draco raised an eyebrow. “You two are spending a lot of time together,” he commented as he crossed his room to his bed. He started to grab a handful of the clothes he had purchased, but Maisey popped up and took them herself. Draco sighed and offered her a smile. “Make sure you don’t mix those with my regular clothes, Maisey.”
“Yes, sir, Master Draco, sir,” she said as she Apparated with the clothing to his closet.
Draco gave his friends a roll of his eyes.
“What is it you wanted, Malfoy?” Nott questioned.
The blond licked his lips as he moved to the side table next to his armchair by the fire and fixed himself a finger of firewhiskey. “Well, as you both know, I’ve been working to woo Granger,” he was saying as he lifted his glass to his lips and took a sip. He turned to them both and grimaced as the fiery liquid burned down his throat. He gave a short cough. “I’m thinking the next step is to invite her parents to brunch, but I can’t seem to find them.”
Both of his friends looked worriedly at one another and then back at Draco. “You haven’t… tried to contact them, have you?” Nott asked carefully.
Bewildered, Draco frowned at them both. “Of course, I have,” he told them.
“You shouldn’t,” Zabini cautioned.
Draco took another pull of his drink and his frown deepened. “They’ll be my in-laws soon, won’t they?” he reasoned. “Might as well get to know the people who raised her.”
Nott shook his head as he joined Draco at the table. As he poured his own drink, he said, “It’s not that simple, mate.”
“You’re not going to find them,” Zabini said firmly, sitting in the chair opposite of his two friends. “And I wouldn’t ask her about it, either.”
“Why not?”
Zabini sighed and looked rather downcast. “She Obliviated them,” he explained. Though his voice was soft and held emotion, he was rather blunt.
Draco’s eyes widened as Nott clarified, “It was right before she and the other two went into hiding. She didn’t tell us everything, but her parents currently live in Australia.”
“She tried to bring them back, restore their memories, but she had cast Obliviate too strongly. Her plan was to keep the Dark Lord from finding them, but she ended up losing them in the process,” Zabini finished.
Silence reigned as Draco let their words sink in. Granger had Obliviated her parents. He took another pull from his drink and sat down in the armchair he had been standing next to. No wonder she was so talkative with his mother earlier. “I need to talk to her,” he whispered.
“Perhaps,” Nott said slowly. “But I wouldn’t bring it up to her. It would be best if she came to you about it.”
“And I wouldn’t try to leave ‘subtle’ hints, either,” Zabini added. “She blames herself for what happened. If you mention them to her, she’s liable to fall apart.”
“Merlin knows she did it enough in the Common Room. In fact, I think Pansy mentioned once or twice about her crying in the dorm, too,” Nott said.
The black man shook his head. “That wasn’t over her parents. That was over the two girls she used to share her dorm with.”
Draco looked at his friend curiously. “What two girls?” he asked.
Zabini shrugged. “What were their names? Patil and Brown?” he questioned, looking at Nott.
“I think so,” the black haired man answered. He saw Draco’s confusion and elaborated, “They both died in the Final Battle. Something else Granger blames herself for.”
Draco frowned. “That wasn’t her fault.”
“Gryffindors,” Nott responded with a shrug. “She couldn’t save them, therefore in her logical mind, it was her fault.”
“That’s not logical,” the blond pointed out.
Zabini gave a dark chuckle. “Yes, well, when you’re the only one of your sex to be able to return for your final year… Patil’s sister didn’t return either, not because she was dead, but because she couldn’t handle being there without her sister.”
Nott snapped his fingers. “Didn’t you date her, Zabini?”
The black man cracked a small smile. “Padma?” he asked. “Yes, and if I had it my way, we would be dating again. She was a sweet strumpet and for a Ravenclaw, she was quite feisty.”
“What would Johnson think?”
Zabini frowned, looking at Nott. “Why would I care?” he asked. At Nott and Draco’s looks, he rolled his eyes and grumbled, “For the last time, Johnson and I aren’t dating. If you must know, she’s been seeing George Weasley.”
All three friends groaned. “Fucking paupers!” Draco hissed.
Nott waved a hand in the air. “Luck you were able to snag Granger, Draco,” he said. “Seems every witch I talk to has some crush on a Weasley.”
Zabini made a sour face. “Don’t, Nott,” he warned. “I think I’m going to be sick.”
Draco wrinkled his nose, but tipped his glass towards Zabini, “You should watch Patil, then, if that’s the case. Maybe ring her before she gets snatched.”
The black man’s eyebrows furrowed as he frowned. “She has no interest in any of them,” he said assuredly. “We’ve already spoken about them. Apparently, Ronald had stiffed her during the Yule Ball and she’s been sour towards the Weasley’s ever since. Fought with them during the War and even joined Potter’s crock club during fifth year, but it was more because she believed in the cause.”
“The cause,” Draco sniffed.
“Lucky for you, mate,” Nott growled at Draco. “You forget Granger was part of that cause and because of it, you can actually marry her now.”
“Only if I marry her before my father gets out of prison,” Draco complained. “And I still haven’t a clue how to breach it to her.”
Zabini shrugged. “She’s one of those ‘modern women’, mate. On a good note, you don’t need her father’s permission, but convincing her to interrupt her career life to get married? Not sure that’s going to happen.”
Nott shook his head. “She wouldn’t have to give up her career. Just convince her that being married to you would be a benefit,” he suggested. “Think of all the money she could pour into her research then.”
Draco thought it over for a bit. “She would have access to the vault. She’d be able to pass laws, or help pass laws, to benefit the house elves and all the other things she wants to do. But how do I get her to say yes to marrying me?”
Zabini took out his wand and waved it in the air a few times, conjuring a single white rose. “So far, you’ve been on the right track. Have you told her you love her yet?”
“Working on it,” Draco stated, pouring himself another firewhiskey.
“There’s no work involved,” Nott said patiently. “If you love her, tell her. Don’t you have a date sometime this week?”
The blond nodded slowly and sipped his drink. “She sent me an owl earlier. We’re having lunch tomorrow, like always, and she wanted to speak to me about something.”
Zabini snapped his fingers. “That’s when you tell her you love her. Then, give it a week or two, making sure you continue to say it as often as you can, then you can offer a proposal.”
“But make sure you punctuate your feelings with a kiss or hug,” Nott added.
Draco growled, “I know how to woo a girl.”
“Then why are we having this discussion?” Zabini asked exasperated.
Draco shrugged. “I just wanted to know about her parents.”
“What are you going to do about them?” the black man asked curiously.
Draco stared into his glass, thinking. What could he do about them? It was obvious Granger was seriously hurt by it if she was blaming herself. “I’ll have to think on it more,” he told them, a troubled look on his face.

Author's Note: Finally! We get a glimpse into Hermione's thoughts and feelings!
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