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Pride & Prejudice & Leprechauns	By : Refictionista Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 4178 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The discomposure of spirits which this extraordinary visit threw Hermione into, could not be easily overcome; nor could she, for many hours, learn to think of it less than incessantly. Lord Malfoy, it appeared, had actually taken the trouble of this journey from Wiltshire, for the sole purpose of breaking off her supposed engagement with Draco.

In revolving Lord Malfoy's expressions, however, she could not help feeling some uneasiness as to the possible consequence of his persisting in this interference. From what he had said of his resolution to prevent their marriage, and how Draco might take a similar representation of the evils attached to a connection with her, she dared not pronounce.

She knew not the exact degree of Draco’s affection for his father, or his dependence on Lord Malfoy’s judgment, but it was natural to suppose that he thought much higher of his lordship than she could do. It was certain that, in enumerating the miseries of a marriage with one, whose immediate connections were so unequal to his own, his father would address him on his weakest side. With his possible lingering notions of pureblooded bigotry, he would probably feel that the arguments, which to Hermione had appeared filthy and undeserving, contained much twisted sense and outdated reasoning.

If he had been wavering before as to what he should do, which had often seemed likely, the advice and entreaty of so near a relation might settle every doubt, and determine him at once to be as happy as dignity unblemished could make him.

With these thoughts darkening her mind, she decided to quit her parents’ house and Apparated to the Lovegood home. When she arrived, she perceived her friend and Blaise standing together in the garden, as if engaged in earnest conversation; and had this led to no suspicion, the faces of both, as they hastily turned round and moved away from each other, would have told it all. Their situation was awkward enough; but hers she thought was still worse. Not a syllable was uttered by either; and Hermione was on the point of going away again, when Blaise, who as well as the other had sat down on a bench, suddenly rose, and whispering a few words to her friend, himself Apparated away.

Luna could have no reserves from Hermione, where confidence would give pleasure; and instantly embracing her, acknowledged, with the liveliest emotion, that she was the happiest creature in the world.

“Isn’t it wonderful? Mr. Malfoy wrote to Mr. Zabini, encouraging him to choose the witch that he and not his mother desired. Upon reading this advice, he came right away to see me. ‘Tis too much!” she added, “by far too much. I do not deserve it. Oh! Why is not everybody as happy?”

Hermione's congratulations were given with a sincerity, a warmth, a delight, which words could but poorly express. Every sentence of kindness was a fresh source of happiness to Luna. But she would not allow herself to stay with her friend, or say half that remained to be said for the present.

“I am certainly the most fortunate creature that ever existed!” cried Luna. “Oh! ‘Mione, why am I thus blessed above them all? If I could but see you as happy! If there were but such another wizard for you!”

“If you were to give me forty such wizards, I never could be so happy as you. Till I have your dreamlike disposition, your goodness, I never can have your happiness. No, no, let me shift for myself; and, perhaps, if I have very good luck, I may meet with another Ronald Weasley in time.”

Luna made a face, but said no more. Grabbing Hermione’s hand, she bade her come with to tell the wonderful news to her father.

The next morning, as Hermione was going downstairs, she was met by her father, who came out of his library with a letter in his hand.

“ ‘Mione,” said he, “I was going to look for you; come into my room.”

She followed him thither; and her curiosity to know what he had to tell her was heightened by the supposition of its being in some manner connected with the letter he held. It suddenly struck her that it might be from Lord Malfoy; and she anticipated with dismay all the consequent explanations.

She followed her father to the fireplace, and they both sat down. He then said,

“I have received a letter this morning that has astonished me exceedingly. As it principally concerns yourself, you ought to know its contents. I did not know before, that I had a daughter on the brink of matrimony. Let me congratulate you on a very important conquest.”

The color now rushed into Hermione’s cheeks in the instantaneous conviction of its being a letter from the son, instead of the father; and she was undetermined whether most to be pleased that he explained himself at all, or offended that his letter was not rather addressed to herself; when her father continued:

“You look conscious. Young ladies have great penetration in such matters as these; but I think I may defy even your sagacity, to discover the name of your admirer. This letter is from the Mr. Weasley.”

“From Ron! And what can he possibly have to say?”

“No,” said Mr. Granger, coloring slightly. “The letter came from his father, the elder Mr. Weasley.”

“Oh.”

“I shall not sport with your impatience, what relates to yourself, is as follows: ‘Your daughter Hermione, it is presumed, will not long bear the name of Granger, and the chosen partner of her fate may be reasonably looked up to as one of the most illustrious wizarding personages in this land.’ ”

Remembering her visit from Lord Malfoy at the Burrow, Hermione’s father must have been reading her thoughts at this point.

“ ‘My motive for writing is to caution you as follows. We have reason to imagine that his father, Lord Lucius Malfoy II, does not look on the match with a friendly eye.’ ”

“Pray read on, papa.”

“ ‘After mentioning the likelihood of this marriage to his lordship while at the Ministry, he immediately, with his usual condescension, expressed what he felt on the occasion; when it became apparent, that on the score of some family objections on the part of our beloved Hermione, he would never give her consent to what he termed so disgraceful a match. I thought it my duty to give the speediest intelligence of this to your daughter, that she and her noble admirer may be aware of what they are about, and not run hastily into a marriage which has not been properly sanctioned.’ Mr. Weasley moreover adds, ‘I am truly rejoiced that my son Ronald’s sad business has been so well hushed up, since I was greatly concerned on how this humiliation upon Hermione would render her unmarriageable.’ ”

“Oh!” cried Hermione, “how strange the wizarding world is!”

“Yes—that is what makes it amusing. Had they fixed on any other man it would have been nothing; but his air of superiority, and your pointed dislike, make it so delightfully absurd! I pray, ‘Mione, what said Lord Malfoy about this report? Your mother said you told her that his lordship called at the Burrow while you were there the other day.”
To this question his daughter replied only with a laugh; and as it had been asked without the least suspicion, she was not distressed by his repeating it. Hermione had never been more at a loss to make her feelings appear what they were not. It was necessary to laugh, when she would rather have cried. Her father had most cruelly mortified her, by what he said of Draco’s pureblood supremacy, and she could do nothing but wonder at such a want of penetration, or fear that perhaps, instead of his seeing too little, she might have fancied too much.
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