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Moonlight Sonata	By : TerraBloodstar Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 24748 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The sheer power blazing up in her had Ron easing his drawn wand back into his robe sleeve and swallowing a few times as he backed away, and joined the rest in watching as Percy and Hermione merely stood eyeing one another. After a few more tense moments in which everyone expected a fight to break out, Percy glanced up to Draco.
Draco was ready to leap in between them to protect Hermione, his wand drawn and ready to destroy the one he saw as a threat. His eyes narrowed as he met Percy's gaze, before he nodded � confirming what the other had observed.
�I see...� Percy's voice was soft as he stepped forward, his arms wrapping around the younger woman who had been one of his only friends throughout everything he had ever done. �...then I congratulate you, Hermione. I am certain you will not be disappointed...now.�
�What?!� Harry had to stifle a snicker as he saw Draco and Percy make the same movement in the same moment, their heads bowing as they sighed, then shook their heads. But his attention was drawn back to his best friend as he exploded. �You're just going to stand there and let her make the biggest mistake of her life?! Percy, you're a bigger prat than I ever thought, giving Hermione up to those snakes!�
�I beg your pardon?� Hermione's open mouth to start yelling at Ron was left open as Draco stalked down the stairs to stand beside her. �Giving her up? I'm afraid to burst your little bubble of irrationality, but neither he nor any of you are capable of 'giving' Hermione up to anyone. She's a grown woman!�
�...in which case, may I defend myself?� Hermione's brow was nearly hidden by her fringe at this point, but there was a quirk to her lips that left him with a smirk as he nodded to her. �Thank you. Now, Ronald, I'm sure we can-�
�We're going home, Hermione. Now. No more of this nonsense!� Ron's hand snapped forward and grabbed her wrist, and he started to drag her forward. Her eye twitched slightly, digging in her heels and saying a silent spell that kept her from moving an inch. �Come on, Hermione, you know you don't really want to marry that bloody snake!�
�...And that is where you're wrong.� Hermione sighed, glaring at him. �Ronald, let me go.�
�No! Come on, we're leaving.� When he turned back to see what was keeping her � was Draco holding her back himself? - he was shocked to find Draco merely standing a few feet behind her, shortly before her fist planted into his face and sent him sprawling. �Ow! Bugger it, Hermione! What was that for?�
�...if you ever touch me without my permission again, I will hit you much harder.� Hermione snapped, whirling around to Draco, who stood waiting.
�Would you care to dance, love?� Her answer was in her smile, as her hand slipped into his and she let him draw her into his arms. Much to Ron's chagrin, the two simply stepped around him, walking to the center of the ballroom floor. As the music started, their guests cleared away for the most part, each seeking partners of their own � before joining the two lovers.
Eriko smiled softly as she watched them, head tilting to the side a bit as she saw the glow of her best friend's cheeks, and the gentle smile on her lips as she looked up at her future husband.
�They dance like a dream, don't they?� George murmured as he slipped behind his wife, his arms wrapping around her waist. She instantly relaxed, leaning back into him. �...oh? Not suspecting me of anything?�
�You aren't Fred, dearest. There's a reason why I chose to marry you.� A faint smirk crossed her lips as she glanced up to him. �And it wasn't because you were the better looking one. ...still...they do look beautiful together...I'm so happy for her.�
�I most certainly am the better looking twin.� George huffed, dropping his chin on her shoulder with a faint glower at his brother, before looking back to the couple. �And to think, a short while ago you were threatening to kill him.�
�Oh, I'll still kill him � don't ever doubt that. ...but he's making her happy, so I don't have to. It's a nice thought...� She turned to her husband, smiling gently. �It hurts too...maybe Hermione won't need me anymore...�
�She'll always need you, dear. You're her best friend � the one who smacks her around when she's being foolish. Everyone needs that. I just got lucky enough to marry mine.� With a glowing smile of approval at his words, Eriko slipped out of his grasp, taking his hand to lead him outside. �Wha? Where are we going, Eriko?�
�It's a bit warm in here...let's take a stroll in the gardens...� The mischievious smirk on her lips gave it all away, and George chuckled as he moved to her side, tucking her arm in his own.
�They're cute.� Hermione whispered, watching the two as she and Draco whirled about on the dance floor. �Lucky, too. We have to endure this all night...and you know it will last all night...�
�I know, princess.� He sighed a bit, shaking his head. �But you know it's worth it � you finally got to face down the Weasels -� At her glare, he closed his eyes a moment. �Fine. Fine. Weasleys. And you did a superb job of it. The older Weasley even supports you. The Weasel doesn't � no, I refuse to call him by his given name, and if I use his last name, it will get confusing, love � but that's four to one. ...actually. I think their mother counts as seven. She's right intimidating, she is.�
�Now you see why she is the matriarch of the Weasley clan.� Hermione giggled, as their dance ended and they began moving about the ballroom. �Soft heart, and a very large beating stick.�
�So, anyone else we should worry about?� Draco questioned. When Hermione shook her head, he gave a sigh of relief. �Though...I must say I am surprised about the older Weasley. I didn't know you two were friends at all.�
�No one really did...the twins did � my twins, that is � but that's about it. No one really wondered why Percy suddenly returned and asked forgiveness from his parents just before the war began. I suppose, when the war hit, they assumed that was why. In truth, I'd spent the last year talking to him � I was the only one who would... Percy and I always understood each other. The importance of doing well, and more, the importance of knowing when it was time to pull away from our family and go out on our own. Percy just took it a little farther for a time. Still, unlike the others, I was willing to understand why he wouldn't contact his family.� Hermione glanced to her future husband, sighing. �...the Death Eaters were in the ministry and he knew it, being so close to the minister, he knew that if he showed he was still attached to his family...they were dead as soon as he made one mistake.�
�My father...�
�No. Lucius had nothing to do with that. Though he did make him very uncomfortable for a time by watching him like a hawk...but I think that was when your father was trying to find a way to contact the Order.�
�I would very much appreciate it if you would cease blabbing my secrets to all and sundry, daughter.� The low growl came from their left, and Hermione couldn't help but smile. �The next thing I know, you'll be telling Harry Potter that I was stalking him for days because I needed to get information to the Order without getting caught.�
�So you're the one who slipped the plans for the final battle into my robe pocket.� Harry commented from behind them. Lucius let out a groan, closing his eyes. �I always wondered who did that. Did the Order know?�
�...Minerva did.� It sounded like the answer was being dragged from him by torture, so pained was the sound of Lucius's voice at this point. �I went to her when I took Draco back to Hogwarts that year...and told her everything I knew. ...why do you think I managed to avoid Azkaban a second time, Potter?�
�I had no notion � but I am glad to know.� Harry smirked, before walking away � a little bounce in his step.
�...great...� Lucius grumbled. �Everyone will know I've gone soft within the week.�
�Don't worry, Father. I somehow doubt Harry's going to tell the world.�
�I don't. Let's just get through this ball without any more family secrets being aired.�
Author's Note:

Again, I apologize. I finally managed to lure my muse back and have her locked in a cage, but she's an excellent escape artist, so I don't know how long this will hold her. Fear not, though! There is more on the way...though I'll probably have to sleep before I finish it up. ::Grumbles.:: ...it's sleep or have my tummy grumbling (the only food we have in the house is eggs, and those make me sick to my stomach) until late tonight. I'm so sorry I let this go for so long, everyone. I hope this chapter is acceptable! As always, read and review.
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