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How To Train Your Auror	By : Alcoholic_Rootbeer Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 7512 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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C'mon, c'mon, with everything falling down around me
I'd like to believe in all the possibilities
Try not to mistake what you have with what you hate
It could leave, it could leave, come the morning
Celebrate the night
It's the fall before the climb
Shall we sing, shall we sing, 'til the morning
If I fall forward, you fall flat
And if the sun should lift me up
Would you come back? C'mon!
"C'mon" by Panic! At The Disco & Fun
"What is that?"
"It's a dress."
"Put it back."
"Why?"
"I'm not going to wear that. Pick out something else."
"I'm in charge of what you're wearing. I say put it on."
"And I say if you put that strip of frail clothing anywhere near my body I will make sure you'll never be able to reproduce anymore children ever again. Isn't that right, Scorpius?" Hermione pulled Scorpius up to her face and kissed his cheek.
"Give me the baby. Go try on the dress."
"Make me."
"Don't tempt me to."
"Pick up your feet!" Diggle shouted, leading his trainees down through the trails. "This is the forbidden forest! This is a cake walk compared to what's in the outside world!"
"Just a lovely stroll through a spider, centaur, and werewolves infested forest. What could possibly go wrong?" Draco muttered under his breath.
"What was that, Auror Malfoy?" Diggle called back. He purposely slowed down to let the others past, and cushioned himself between Hermione and Draco, keeping perfect pace with them. "Have something you want to add?"
"No, sir."
"Right. Keep up then."
He took off to take the lead again.
"Prick…"
"He's just trying to get under your skin. Don't let him." She talked in a hushed voice to avoid being overheard.
"And how about you quit defending him." Draco hopped over a log, keeping his jog brisk. Hermione had to hurdle herself to make the same leap (smaller legs).
"I'm not defending him."
"Seems like it."
"I'm not. I just don't think you need to instigate anything with him right now. Not with all that's going on."
"Why does the bloody bastard have it out for me so bad?"
"Why do you think?" Hermione nudged down to his arm. "Greg doesn't like the idea of an Auror being a former Death Eater. He's got a load of bias towards you."
"He really should piss off. -Tell me something. What does your date with him mean to you?"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, you seem awfully chummy with him at times. And other times I think you despise him." Draco slowed his pacing so she could keep up. "So which is it?"
"If you're asking me if Greg is my type…" She jostled him in the shoulder, nearly knocking him off balance. "I've come to the firm conclusion he's nothing but a pretty face."
Draco smirked.
"What about this dress?"
"Are you trying to scream Mother Superior?"
"I think it's very fetching."
"Yeah? So go fetch something else. -In purple. Scorpius really likes that color on you."
"Does he?"
"Are you questioning my ability to non-verbally communicate with my son?"
She rolled her eyes. "I think he likes blue, myself."
"Blue may be his favorite color, but you'd look much better in purple… at least, that's what he thinks."
"We should all be so honored to be privy to your baby-linguistics."
"I quite agree."
"A double date?" asked Ginny as she and Hermione purchased movie tickets. "That sounds great, Hermione, but are you sure you want to be around Harry? I heard you and him had a bit of a row."
"I wouldn't exactly call it a row," Hermione replied, holding the door open for her pregnant friend. "He hasn't been himself lately, has he?"
"No." Ginny shook her head. "I'm afraid not. Losing Ron was a big blow to all of us." She patted her stomach. "I know Ron would have loved to have been here for this. Remember how his eyes lit up when James was born?" Hermione nodded. "I think Harry's just scared, Hermione. I'll have a talk with him." She stalked up to the concession counter and ordered two hot dogs, nachos, and a large soda. "What will you be having, Hermione?"
"Oh. Nothing." She was amazed that her best friend would want to put away that much food. The term 'eating for two', she read, was really just the body's way of getting the nutritional value it needed in order to sustain two lives. If one took in the proper amount of vitamins a day, they'd have no excuse to over eat. But she would never say that to Ginny. Her Bat-Bogey hex was one to be reckoned with.
"To be honest with you, Herms, I'm surprised you'd want to go out with a wizard like Diggle. Here, hold these." She shoved the two hotdogs into each of Hermione's hands.
"Harry seems to like him…" Hermione said quietly, trying to persuade her friend.
"Yes. A bit too much if you ask me. He's clung to Greg like an oar ever since Ron's passing. I'd understand it if Greg was a bit more like Ron, but as it were…"
"As it were?"
"He's calculating." Ginny sipped on her soda as the two headed off towards the theatre. "Oh, he's charming, don't get me wrong. And he's polite. But I've never seen Greg Diggle do something without already having planned out his next five moves."
"He seems a bit aloof to me."
"Aloof?" Ginny laughed. "I've known Greg Diggle for years, Hermione. If there's one thing I can say about him, it's that he isn't aloof at all. Perhaps he's just playing the part to charm you? According to Harry, he's quite taken with you."
"Of that I'm thoroughly convinced," Hermione agreed.
"But you don't seem as keen to it as him," Ginny observed. "When we set you up on that little ambush, you didn't really enjoy the idea of leaving with him. I'm sorry we put you in that situation."
"Oh. No. Not at all." She tried her best to be convincing. "It just caught me off guard is all."
"Right. -So how is Auror training? I can't believe you were right outside the Leaky on Friday. What on Earth were you doing there?"
It was Hermione's turn to confide in her best friend a bit. "You remember Draco Malfoy? From our school years?"
"It's hard to forget a wizard like him."
"He's my partner now. In training."
"Harry's told me."
"He's been going through a bit of a tight spot, and I left Greg on Friday to calm him down from a drunken abashment of the muggle community."
"Well he sounds quite charming, doesn't he?" mused Ginny sarcastically. The only thing was… Hermione couldn't help but think he was a bit charming.
"He's not all that bad, really." Hermione led them up the stairs and they found themselves a corner pocket up top. "He's just been going through a rough time with personal things. He's actually quite funny. And he's got a son that's simply adorable."
"Mhmm." Ginny raised her eyebrows. "Didn't I read in the paper that he's gone and divorced Astoria Greengrass?"
"She divorced him. But yes. That's true."
"Interesting." Ginny took a hotdog from Hermione and began to chew, pensive. "Tell me more about him."
"About Draco?"
"Yes."
"Well… let's see. His son's name is Scorpius. He's got the same eyes as Draco. And he's a good father. I never thought I'd see the day when a Malfoy was kind, but when he's around his son, he's nothing but. -And he has a sense of humor. A bit cheeky and formidable…"
"And he's an ex Death Eater," her friend added.
"Yes… there's that too."
"Doesn't that bother you?"
"No more than it bothers me that we so freely judge him based off his past mistakes. No more than it bothers me to think that Severus Snape was also a Death Eater. And look what he did for Harry."
"So, you think there's some good in him?"
"I think that no one is simply good or evil. And I most certainly see good him."
"Hermione." Ginny grabbed up her other hotdog. "Don't go out with Diggle."
"What? Why not?"
"Because it sounds to me like your heart is already spoken for."
Hermione blushed a violent shade of red and meant to correct her friend, but the credits had already started, and besides- could she really correct something when it wasn't entirely false?
"That's the one."
"What? It quite literally has no back to it."
"Yes."
"Where is the back, Draco?" She glanced back at the changing mirror in horror. "It just barely covers my-"
"Asset?"
"This isn't the one."
"Scorpius seems to like it."
"Isn't it odd how Scorpius seems to approve of the same ones you do? Every single time?"
"I cannot help it if the child has superb taste."
"What about this one?" Hermione held up a small little thing -purple with gold trim. "This one isn't so bad…"
"You tried that one already. You said you hated it."
"Well, compared to all of the others, this one just might be the best one you've picked out thus far."
"You're only saying that because it shows the least amount of skin."
"Precisely." She glanced at the price tag. "NOPE. Never mind."
"What?"
"I could never justify myself paying that much for a dress I'm going to wear once."
"So wear it to work."
"You're a real laugh, you know that?"
"I'm not letting you leave here without that dress." He plucked it from her. "Or this one." He picked the price tag off of the one she was wearing.
"Draco Malfoy!"
"Hermione Granger!" he mocked her, sticking out his tongue. "Call it an investment on my part."
"An investment of what?"
"Of our plans." He put the price tags in the cup holder of the infant stroller and strolled back up to her. He turned her around to look in the mirror at the red chiffon dress that synched just over the curve of her stomach. "You really do look fetching in this dress, Hermione."
"Now you're just saying that to convince me to let you buy it."
"Maybe." He slipped his fingers over her shoulder and gripped tight. "Or maybe I'm sincere. You'll never know." He gave her a sly wink in the mirror before releasing her. "I'm going to purchase the dresses. See you up front."
"What shall we do while Daddy's asleep?" Hermione asked the tiny Scorpius as he tugged on a big, thick curl of her hair that dangled in his face. "Shall we play a prank on him?" Scorpius in tow, she crept up to Draco's bedroom door and unlocked it with her wand. "Quietly, now, Scorp. Or he'll wake up. Accio underwear."
"Granger!" Draco shouted from the top of the staircase. "Granger, where the HELL are all of my undergarments!? I know it was you!"
Hermione, busy bobbing Scorpius up and down on her knee, called up to him, "They seemed to have gotten a bit wet. Have you checked the freezer, Malfoy?"
Draco watched her as she snoozed softly on the divan, Scorpius tucked neatly under her arm closest to the cushions. It had been nice getting a bit of rest each night instead of the constant 'parent slumber' that consisted of waking up every twenty minutes in fear that the baby had suddenly cried. It had been even nicer when she had let him sleep longer than agreed. This was the third night he had discovered her sleeping soundly on the sofa. He didn't want to wake her. Quietly, he untucked the infant from her arms, took him to his room, and returned to grab up a blanket from the back of the couch to cover her. As the thick material draped over her arms, she stirred, opening her eyes.
"Hmm… oh… when did I fall asleep?" she asked groggily.
"No clue." He smirked. "You're more than welcome to stay if you'd like."
"I…" She yawned. "Couldn't possibly."
"Nonsense." He bundled the covers tighter around her. "It's nearly two in the morning. Rest."
"Is it really?" She did that thing where she chewed on her bottom lip. It made his stomach tingle. "I suppose staying one night wouldn't hurt."
Here in the early morning darkness, he felt brave. "Well, you're not going to sleep on a sofa, of all things. What kind of Malfoy would I be?"
"The one I've known for years…" she muttered, eyes closing.
"Well, I don't want to be him." He scooped her up in his arms without asking her. "Come on. You're coming to bed."
Slowly, she peeled an eye open at him. "Am I?"
"Yes." He noted how she didn't even attempt to argue with him as he carried her up the stairs. In fact, she snuggled into his chest as he did. By the time he made it to the bedroom, she was asleep again. He tucked her in to his bed, turned off the lights so that the ceiling lit up with the stars he loved to gaze at, and retreated to the chase lounge. Nervousness racked his core. He really hadn't anticipated her allowing him to get this far. Now, as he watched her chest rise up and down as she slept, he wondered what to do with himself. Should he stay here, on the lounge, and be satisfied with the mere fact she was in his bed willingly? Should he gather his courage and slide into bed next to her? What would she say when she awoke? Would she be shocked? Horrified? Content?
Since when was he a coward when it came to women? Since always, he thought miserably.
Well, not tonight.
He arose from the chase lounge, crossed the bedroom, and pulled back the covers. Carefully, he crawled into bed beside her, wary to get too close. That's when she rolled over and reached out in her sleep, pulling herself closer to him. His heart stammered in his throat. Oh Merlin, her being this close was doing errant things to his body; her perfume was intoxicating. She smelled like roses and vanilla and books and comfort and trust and friendship. Delicately, he pulled her into his arms, and she snuggled into his chest.
"Stupid Granger…" he muttered to her, knowing she wouldn't hear. "Look what you've gone and done to me."
"Stupid Malfoy…" she whispered, startling him. He glanced down and saw her pry one eye open. "Did you really think I was asleep?"
He laughed, partially out of shock and partially out of the humor of her deceit. "I had hoped you were."
"Sorry to disappoint you."
"Well, I should say you should be."
She gave a lopsided smile. "Go to sleep, Draco."
"It's difficult to find the will to when…"
"When?"
He decided to go the daring, humorous route. "When the person you're sleeping next to is someone you've seen nude but haven't had the pleasure of being intimate with. Gets the mind thinking, you know."
"Mmh." She nodded, closing her eyes. "Well, keep thinking, I suppose. Because it's not going to happen."
"Why not?"
He felt her press up closer to him. "Because I haven't begged yet."
They both burst out laughing in the darkness. It was refreshing -her quick humor had alleviated any tension that Draco had felt before. Why had this been so difficult? He placed his hand on the small of her back and rubbed. "No. You haven't done that. Yet."
"G'nite, Draco."
"Goodnight, Hermione."

I had a thought while writing today. Everyone sees a book differently. The scenery. The people. Everyone is just a bit different when they think of characters. Isn't it amazing that we can all read the same story and see it differently, based on our perspectives? Beautiful.
The greatest sadness I will ever experience is knowing that I will never be around to read every story in existence. Out of all the stories there are to read, thank you for taking the time to experience mine.
Will update soon.
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