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Muggle Things	By : RavieSnake Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 54521 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 8
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"Wake up."
Draco blinked an eye open and groaned. "What?" he asked groggily.
Lucius glared down at his son. "It's nearly noon."
"And?" Draco said, turning his head away and snuzzling down to go back to sleep. Lucius kicked the bed post, jolting him back awake.
"Where were you last night? Your mother was beside herself with worry."
Draco merely pulled a blanket up over his head and Lucius pulled his wand. The light, stinging hex hit Draco right in the butt and he yelped and bolted up onto his knees.
"What the hell is your problem!?" he demanded of his father, rubbing one hand to his sore arse and one to his sleepy eyes. "I'm trying to sleep!"
"I noticed," Lucius said coolly. "And I told you to wake up. So let's try this again. Where were you last night?"
Draco blinked away the sleep from his eyes as he glowered at him. "Out with a friend. What's it to you?"
"A friend?" Lucius drawled. "This friend must be very dear to you for you to miss the dinner your mother planned. Tell me...who is this friend?"
"I'm going back to sleep," he replied, shaking his head and Lucius took a step forward.
"You will tell me wh-"
"I am not sixteen anymore," Draco interrupted angrily. "I'll go out with whomever I want, wherever I want, whenever I want."
"Your mother was-"
"Very upset I'm sure," Draco interrupted again, rolling his eyes. "I'll apologize to her and let her take me out later. Now can you kindly piss off so I can sleep?"
He buried himself back under the blanket and Lucius scowled at his cocooned form.
"So help me, Draco, if I discover that you've been out with that Muggle-loving harlot again..."
Draco laughed out loud under his blanket. He pulled the edge of it down just enough to expose his face to smirk up at his father.
"So now you don’t want lovely, pureblood Astoria to be the next Lady Malfoy?”
Lucius growled in his throat. “I believe I made that sentiment clear to you months ago. She’s unacceptable.”
“Because of the Muggle-loving part or the harlot part?” Draco asked spitefully, recovering his head.
“Don’t be smart with me,” Lucius snapped. “You better not have been with that girl.”
Draco snorted. “You needn’t worry about Astoria, father. I assure you I no longer have any interest in her.”
Lucius relaxed his rigid stance slightly at that. “Then perhaps you’d like to know that your mother had invited a guest over last night.”
“Bully for Mother,” Draco mumbled.
“I’m sure you remember Viola Richmond?” Lucius went on. “She’s returned from her time abroad and expressed an interest in seeing you again.”
“I’m sure she did,” Draco called out sarcastically. “I trust my portrait in the main hall was able to satisfy that desire and you sent her on her way?”
Lucius’s lip pulled up into an impatient sneer. “On the contrary….she is in the gardens with your mother at this very moment.”
“Good for her.”
“You will get up and go down there,” Lucius said sternly.
“No,” Draco answered, drawing out the word, “I will be here…sleeping. Do send her my regards.”
Lucius ripped the blanket from the bed. “You WILL go down there and you WILL show courtesy and respect to what may very well be your last chance at a suitable bride,” he said as Draco rolled over to glare at him.
“I’m not one of your fucking dogs,” Draco spat at him. “You can’t just stud me out to whatever bitch YOU think is acceptable.”
Lucius dropped the blanket to the floor and flicked his wand sending all of Draco’s drawers and closet doors open with a clatter. “I expect you dressed and presentable in the gardens in twenty minutes,” he said, standing to his full height. “Do NOT make me come back in here.”
He turned then on his heel and left the room. Draco glared after him and then flopped his head back against his pillow with a groan.
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Hermione groaned and rolled over to cover her head with her pillow at the sound of her phone ringing.
“Oh, shut it!” she shouted at the offending device, lifting the pillow slightly to glare at it on her nightstand. When the ringing failed to cease, she growled and threw her pillow aside and reached over to turn it to see the caller ID. She squinted down at the screen and groaned again.
“Morning, mum,” she grumbled after she clicked to accept the call and placed it on speakerphone.
“Morning?” Ellen Granger’s voice replied. “It’s nine at night here.”
“Well, it’s morning here,” Hermione said, sitting up to eye her alarm clock. Her eyes widened slightly at the fact that it was noon. “Or at least it was…” she added, with a yawn.
“Late night, dear?”
“Yes,” Hermione admitted, flinging her blanket off to swing her legs over the side of her bed.
“Draco keep you up, did he?”
Hermione sighed and rubbed her forehead. “Uncle Mark called you, didn’t he?”
“Yes,” Ellen replied in an admonishing tone, “The thing I’m curious to know is why YOU didn’t.”
“Mum, it’s not wha-”
“You’d think,” her mother interrupted, “that a daughter would tell her mother when she’s invited a man to live with her. Or at the very least tell her that she was even seeing someone.”
“Mum,” Hermione said sternly, “It is not what you think. Draco doesn’t actually-”
“You don’t need to explain, Hermione. After all, you are a grown woman and it’s your house now. You’re welcome to have whomever you like live there. I just thought that you would’ve confided in me if you-”
“He’s a wizard, mum,” Hermione cut her off. “He’s trying to assimilate into the Muggle world and he needs a Muggle address in order to do so. He is NOT actually living here.”
“And do you kiss all of the wizards you help?”
Hermione closed her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose. “No, mum. I don’t.”
“Tell me about him,” Ellen said, suddenly sounding eager. “How did you meet? What’s he look like? How long have you been together?”
Hermione stood from her bed and went to her dresser to pull open a drawer. “I’m surprised Uncle Mark didn’t fill you in on all of that as well!” she called out over her shoulder.
“Well, he actually talked with your father. And you know how men are at relaying details,” Ellen replied. Hermione sighed again.
“His name is Draco Malfoy. We met back at Hogwarts.”
“Wait a minute… You’ve mentioned him before.”
Hermione cringed. “Have I?”
“Isn’t he the blond boy that tormented you for being Muggle-born?”
Hermione didn’t answer and Ellen went on. “He is…his father’s the one that made that awful ruckus in that bookstore that one year.”
“You have a good memory, mum,” Hermione said, pulling a shirt and jeans from the dresser. “Though I think Arthur Weasley made just as much ruckus that day.”
“Don’t even get me started on the Weasleys,” Ellen said, sounding cross. “Anyway, I remember that Malfoy man. He looked rich as Hades and just as approachable.”
“That sounds accurate,” Hermione conceded, pulling off her pajamas and chucking them into the bathroom.
“And you’re dating his son?”
“I’ve been teaching him how to do Muggle things,” she explained. “He comes over during the day while I’m at work to read my books and watch my movies to learn the culture and I’ve taken him out a few times to do other things.”
“And how long has this been going on?”
“We reconnected a few weeks ago at that party that Bryce brought me to.”
Ellen Granger clucked her tongue. “I told you not to go out with that Bryce fellow. I knew what a mistake HE was from the outset.”
“So is this where you tell me not to go out with Draco too,” Hermione asked, glaring at the ceiling as she tugged on her jeans. There was a pause and Hermione turned to squint her eyes at the phone. “Mum?”
“I’m here,” came the quiet reply. Ellen sighed heavily. “Hermione, you’re going to do what you’re going to do. You always have. I just want you to be sure about the choices you make.”
“I was never sure about Bryce,” Hermione confessed, “Nor Ron for that matter…”
“And Draco…?”
Hermione tugged on her shirt and sat back down on her bed. “He’s so different than I remember him,” she said quietly. “He…he’s funny. He’s ridiculous most of the time really.”
“He makes you laugh?”
Hermione smiled and nodded despite the fact that her mother couldn’t see the gesture. “But then he’ll be serious and I catch these glimpses of that boy I used to know and I…” Hermione shook her head and looked at the hands she had clasped tightly in her lap. “He kissed me last night, mum. Really kissed me. Kissed me straight to my soul and I don’t…”
She started to cry then and Ellen made a shushing sound. “Oh, my love,” she said kindly.
“I like him, mum. I do,” Hermione said, swiping at her tears, “I like him so bloody much. I shouldn’t but I do and I’m scared. I’m so scared that he’ll just…I’m afraid one day I’ll come home and he’ll remember that he hates me and he’ll call me a Mudblood and then run off to France with someone prettier.”
“Just because Ronald didn’t realize what he had doesn’t mean that-”
“Draco was horrid to me in school, mum. HORRID,” she said, sniffing and tracing the scars over her arm. “I can’t even tell you the torture I suffered in his presence.” She shook her head to herself again. “How can I forget that?”
“Has he said anything about his past actions?” Ellen asked gently.
“Yes,” Hermione answered, reaching for a tissue from her nightstand. “He said he wished he could take it all back.”
“And do you believe him?”
Hermione was quiet for a long moment as she dabbed at her nose with the tissue. “Yes,” she finally replied.
“Then you let the past go, Hermione,” Ellen said firmly. “You start from that party and you move forward from there. If you’d never known him before then would there be any doubt that he was sincere in his feelings for you?”
Hermione smiled as she idly folded the tissue in her hands. “No.”
“Then you’re sure.” It was a statement, not a question.
“Yes,” Hermione agreed softly. “Yes, mum, I think I am.”
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"Darling!" Narcissa Malfoy cried happily, extending her arms to Draco as he entered the garden. "I'm so very pleased to see that you're alright."
Draco let her hug him gently and patted her lightly on the back. "Mother," he greeted. He took a step back when she released him and he gave her a serious look, pointedly ignoring the short blonde woman next to her. "I do apologize for missing what was surely a wonderful dinner."
Narcissa waved a hand at her son. "I understand, darling," she said airily. "You're a busy, popular young man after all. People to see, things to do... I only wish you'd taken the time to Floo and let us know you couldn't make it."
Draco's eye twitched slightly at the way his mother slightly nudged the girl to her right at the word 'popular'. He cleared his throat.
"Again, I apologize," he said, slightly bowing his head. Narcissa smiled widely.
"It's quite alright. Though, perhaps you should also apologize to your guest. You do remember Viola?" she said, stepping back slightly and holding out a hand as if to present the young woman beside her. Draco finally looked over at her with a tight, yet polite expression.
"Miss Richmond," he said, bowing his head again.
“Draco,” she nodded back with a coy smile. Draco’s eye twitched again but he didn’t have time to respond as Narcissa spoke up again.
“Viola’s just come back from a year-long holiday away,” she said with a sly smile tugging at her fine lips, “and the first person she thought to visit upon her return was you. Isn’t that wonderful?”
“Convenient,” Draco replied shortly. Narcissa’s eyes started to narrow slightly at him but went wide again and looked away as they caught sight of Lucius coming down the garden’s path.
“Pardon me a moment,” she said, patting a hand to Viola’s arm before walking away to meet her husband half-way down the path. Draco turned to watch as his parents spoke in undertones. He heard a soft feminine cough come from behind him and he turned back around to see Viola smiling at him expectantly.
“Are you ill?” Draco asked her, raising a brow. Viola merely returned a simpering smile.
“How kind of you to ask. No, I’m quite in fine health, thank you,” she said sweetly. She tilted her head slightly. “You’re looking quite well yourself.”
Draco simply eyed her for a moment before replying with a stiff, “Thank you.”
“Catching up already?” Narcissa said as she came back up to join them with Lucius at her side. Draco glanced at her and then his father who gave him a reproachful glare.
“Why don’t you show Miss Richmond the pond, Draco,” Lucius said calmly.
“That’s a half mile walk from here,” Draco frowned back. Lucius arched an eyebrow.
“Then the two of you will have plenty of time to enjoy one another’s company,” he said with a pursed smile, holding an arm out to his wife. Narcissa slipped hers through it and Lucius gave both Draco and Viola a bow. “See you at dinner,” he said and then turned with his wife to walk back up to the house.
Draco glowered at his parents’ retreating forms until they were out of sight and then slowly turned back to face Viola. They stood in awkward silence for a whole minute until Viola spoke again.
“Shall we then?” she asked quietly. She held out her arm as if expecting Draco to offer her his as Lucius had for Narcissa. He stared at her arm hovering in the air for another moment and then, with a resigned huff, took it in his own as they began their trek across the Manor grounds.
“Your…your parents are lovely,” Viola said, obviously trying to start a conversation. Draco stared straight ahead.
“Well, they would be to you, wouldn’t they?” he said without inflection. Viola looked sideways at him.
“Meaning?”
“A good-looking, pureblood girl that hasn’t expressed a love of Muggle equality and hasn’t cheated on me…” he all but sneered, “what’s not to be lovely to?”
Missing the sarcasm, Viola nearly failed to suppress the self-assured smirk that flitted across her face at that. “I was sorry to hear that your engagement hadn’t worked out,” she said, feigning sympathy.
“I’m sure you were quite broken up about it,” Draco muttered, but Viola paid no attention.
“The Prophet said that it was a mutual decision made in the best interest of your families,” she continued, shaking her head disapprovingly, “how awful to finally learn that she cheated on you.”
“Yes,” Draco said curtly.
“Was it with anyone I know?” she asked boldly. Draco’s jaw muscles ticked as he inhaled deeply.
“No,” he forced out, “He was a Muggle.”
Viola gasped in apparent shock with a hand to her chest. “She didn’t!?”
When Draco said nothing and simply continued to glare ahead of them, Viola’s shock turned to disgust.
“She did,” she said making a face. “Ugh…sullied herself with a Muggle.” She shook her head again. “You dodged an Avada with that one.”
“Some people think that Muggles have just as much magic as we do,” Draco said, causing Viola to cluck her tongue.
“That’s preposterous. Muggles, by definition, are NOT magical in any way,” she said surely.
“Did you know that they’ve created a vehicle that can travel over 17,000 miles per hour?” he asked, looking sideways at her as he steered them down a new path.
“And what possible use could a witch or wizard derive from that? We can travel anywhere in an instant with Apparation. Muggle machines are a waste of any decent wizard’s time,” she said with a sniff. Draco frowned straight ahead again and neither said anything more for a time until the pond came into view and Viola put her hand to her chest again.
“My goodness,” she breathed at the sight of the perfectly manicured landscaping surrounding the large, bridge-covered pond.
“This is my mother’s favorite spot on the grounds,” Draco informed mechanically.
“I can see why,” Viola smiled, tugging on Draco’s arm to hurry him up onto the bridge. “This is stunning.” She walked him to the center of the bridge and they turned to look out over the water. “Romantic too,” she added, pressing herself closer to Draco’s side. He looked around at the pond and the bridge and his face pulled into a grimace.
“I’ve seen better,” he mumbled. Viola tilted her face up at him.
“Draco?”
“Why are you here?” Draco suddenly demanded, pulling his arm free from her.
Viola looked completely taken aback. “To see you,” she answered as if it were obvious.
“Why?” he asked, taking a step away from her. “You haven’t shown the tiniest bit of interest in me since before…before the war.”
Viola took her own step back. “Perhaps I finally came to my senses and realized what a catch you are,” she answered with her chin in the air defiantly.
“Would I be as big a catch if I weren’t the wealthiest heir in Britain?” he challenged angrily.
“There’s more to you than just your money,” Viola replied, shifting uncomfortably.
“Oh, you’re right about that,” Draco nearly snarled at her. “Tell me,” he went on, rolling up his shirt sleeve, “without my money could you overlook this?”
He thrust his left forearm out at her and after a quick glance at his Dark Mark, Viola turned her face away from it sharply. Draco scowled at her and yanked his shirt open to reveal his chest.
“Or how about this?” he asked, pointing to the scar running the length of his left pec. Viola refused to look and Draco nodded. “I thought so…”
“So what?” Viola demanded, finally turning back to him. “So what if I’m here because you’ve got money? It’s not as if you’ve got many other options, Draco,” she said, putting a nasty nuance into his name. She took a step forward and stood proudly. “I need a wealthy husband and you need a wife willing to put up with…that,” she said gesturing to his arm. “I don’t see the problem.”
Draco said nothing and Viola suddenly softened. Taking yet another step closer, she reached forward to rebutton his shirt for him. “We could be great together…you and I,” she said tenderly, placing a hand flat against his chest when she was done. “I’d be faithful at the very least,” she added, moving her other hand up to comb her thin fingers through his hair.
Draco remained completely still as she then tiptoed up and placed a kiss to the corner of his mouth.
“Think about it,” she said, pulling back and winding her arm through his again. Draco avoided her gaze as he inhaled deeply and simply gave a quick nod. Viola smiled wide and patted a hand to his arm.
“We’re going to be great,” she reassured as she leaned against him to look back out over the pond.
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A/N: Thank you HG4eva, Nichole-Hermione, GoodGirlsBadBoys00, and Severus1snape for the reviews! Your words are like the honey in my tea! Love, love!
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