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Everything was moving so quickly. One moment they were sitting down to eat at the Leaky Cauldron, the next, he was practically dragging her through the Ministry. Well, ‘dragging’ wasn’t a fair word, but he did have longer legs than she did and she was having to skip to keep up. He held her hand tightly, but not tightly enough to hurt.
“Where are we going?” she asked breathlessly. Merlin, she needed to exercise more!
He stopped at the lifts and waited for them, holding her close to his body. “We’ll see the Minister. Hopefully we can get there before the cameras go off.”
“What cameras?!” she asked, looking fearful around them. Thankfully, she did not see anyone in the hall with them.
The doors opened and he pulled her in. “I thought I had seen a flash in the Leaky. No doubt someone had seen us snogging. Knowing how quickly people talk, we’ll be on the front page by morning,” he told her.
Her eyes widened. “They can’t say anything about us snogging,” she said, looking up at him. “It’s not like we keep it a secret we’re engaged.”
“Yes, but, how many people have you told, love? We’re not exactly the most outspoken couple either,” he said as he glanced around the relatively empty lift. He nodded at the other two occupants, but he did not recognize them. He leaned in closer to his future bride and whispered in her ear. “All we will need is for one or two people to say something and the word to be spread. Even Abbott didn’t sound surprised to see we were dating, though I think knowledge of us being engaged might have shocked her.”
The lift stopped and the doors opened. The couple both looked down the hall and Draco was the first to step off and he gently pulled Hermione along with him. He glanced at her as they walked towards the Minister’s office.
“I don’t have a ring for you,” Hermione commented and Draco gave her a smile.
“No worries,” he told her. “We aren’t Muggles. Here in our world, the wedding bands appear when we marry. We’ll take our vows and, once we’ve agreed to them, the bands will form around our fingers.”
Her smile was wary, but bright. “I love magic,” she said breathlessly and he chuckled as he nodded in response.
They came upon the secretary and Hermione smiled prettily at the older witch. “Is Shacklebolt inside?” she asked.
The witch nodded. “He’s with Auror Potter at the moment, however, Miss Granger. Would you like me to buzz you in?”
Both Hermione and Draco answered at the same time, “Yes!” “No!”
The Muggle born glanced at her fiancé curiously. “Draco,” she started.
“We don’t need Potter interfering,” he hissed.
Hermione rolled her eyes and glanced at the secretary. “Please inform Kingsley we’re here?” She turned back to Draco as the secretary announced them. “Harry’s not going to interfere, Draco. He may not like this, but he won’t stop it.”
“Hermione, he…”
“Hermione!” Kingsley’s booming voice said as the door opened. It was Hermione’s turn to lead as she stepped into the room and into the black man’s embrace. “It’s so good to see you!” he had continued. “How have you been?”
The Muggle born witch giggled as she pulled away. “I’ve been much better,” she told him. “I heard you’ve been talking to Lucius Malfoy.”
“And I heard you got engaged to his son,” the Minister said, looking pointedly at Draco.
“I am,” she admitted, blushing. She gazed at Draco with loving eyes.
Shacklebolt nodded. “Good, good. So far Lucius has been quite the help, hasn’t he, Harry? We put three of his old comrades in bars this week alone.”
Harry nodded as well, staring from Draco to Hermione and back again. “Soon, he’ll be out. Are you ready for that, Hermione?”
She shrugged. “That’s actually what we came to talk to you about, Kingsley,” she said, turning her attention back to the Minister. “You can conduct wedding ceremonies, can you not?”
The black man frowned. “I can,” he answered slowly.
Draco turned his attention back to the Minister. “We need you to perform one with us,” he explained.
The Minister lifted his eyebrows along with Harry as they both looked at the couple in surprise. “I don’t see that as a problem. When would you like to have this done?”
“Now,” both the witch and wizard said together. Draco touched the small of her back and smiled at her.
“That will be a problem,” Harry stated, looking at Hermione. He grabbed her arm and pulled her out of the Pureblood’s grasp to whisper in her ear. “Are you mad? You just announced your engagement to this bloke yesterday and now you’re wanting to get married?”
“Of course, Harry,” she said, pulling her arm out of his grasp. “The whole point of getting engaged is to get married.”
“I know, but you haven’t even had the chance to think this through,” Harry pointed out. “You’ve barely been engaged, Hermione. At least wait a couple weeks before you go on and say your vows.”
She glared at him. “Don’t you tell me what to do, Harry Potter. You’re not my father,” she snapped. “Draco and I are doing well. We’re happy.”
His eyes narrowed. “Yes, you’re happy now, but how long do you think that will last? You’ve been together, what? A month? If that? You’re still in the honeymoon stage.”
“Not yet,” Draco said as he leaned against the wall. “But we will be tonight, Potter. I wager it’ll be nice, too.”
Hermione hissed at the Slytherin, “You’re not helping, Draco!” Turning her attention back to Harry, she growled, “Draco and I have known one another for years…”
“And seven of those years he was tormenting you or trying to kill you!” Harry shouted, trying to get the girl to see reason.
Hermione jabbed her fists into her hips. “He never tried to kill me! He even warned me at times when someone else tried to harm me.”
“He never…” Harry was flabbergasted. “What about the Room of Requirement, Hermione? Was that just some parlour trick?”
“That was not me, Potter!” Draco snarled, unable to stop himself. “If you recall, Crabbe conjured that curse, not me.”
Harry rolled his eyes and pushed his glasses back up. “Of course, but who helped him learn that curse? I’m not stupid, Malfoy. Those goons of yours needed your help in every subject, even you were shocked to learn Goyle knew how to read.”
“How did you…” Draco shook his head, refocusing his mind on the argument at hand. He would learn what Potter was talking about later from his fiancée. “I never needed to help them learn the Dark Arts,” he argued. “That was the one class Goyle and Crabbe had taken that they both excelled at. If Crabbe hadn’t panicked that day like an idiot…”
“Oh, that’s rich coming from you!” Harry interrupted. “You knew those boys better than any of us. How could you not know he would…?”
“STOP IT!” Hermione screamed, producing her wand and shooting red sparks into the air.
Shacklebolt took out his wand as well, ready to step between the two men if things got too out of hand. Hermione moved to stand next to Draco, tears flowing freely down her eyes.
Her watery eyes stared daggers at Harry. “All I have wanted was someone to understand me. Someone who could make me happy. And I found that with Draco. You may not get me, but he does. Maybe he wasn’t there during the war and maybe he didn’t help us, but he’s here now. You have Ginny. Ron has his own personal gang of brothers. What do I have, Harry? Where’s my family?”
“Hermione, I’m your family,” Harry said, reaching a hand for her. “You’re my sister and, believe it or not, I know what you’re going through. I lost my parents, too, remember?”
“Yes, but that was years ago when you were still a baby. Not to trivialise what you went through. The Dursleys were horrible people and growing up without your parents is hard, I know. But you’ve had your entire life to deal with it. I’ve spent most of my life knowing my mum and dad. We took trips together and loved one another. They were always there for me and now I can’t even call my mum to tell her I’m engaged!” Tears fell freely from her eyes. “Yes, you are the closest thing I’ve ever had to a sibling, but you have a family and a career now, Harry. Ginny and the Weasleys… And isn’t Ginny pregnant now? You don’t have time for me anymore, and I don’t expect it of you.”
Harry took a deep, defeated breath. “I’m glad you found someone to share your life with, Hermione,” he said, his voice calmer now as he sank down in one of the chairs. “That being said, I think you should wait before getting married. You just got out of a relationship. You and Ron dating for two years and I know you were devastated. I haven’t even spoken much to him except when its work related. Ginny wants nothing to do with him. Ginny’s still waiting for your owl, Hermione. Once she got over who you were marrying, and she did rather fast, she started thinking of ideas and actually making mock plans on what she thinks you would want.” He glanced up at her. “You were there for our wedding, Hermione. She wants to be there for yours.”
“Never took you for a sap, Potter,” Draco sneered.
Hermione sighed. “He’s right, though,” she told the Slytherin. “Ginny has a right to be there when we wed.” She looked at Harry. “But we have to get married and soon,” she told him.
Harry frowned. “Why are you rushing this?” he asked.
“Because we’re in love, Potter,” Draco answered.
The Muggle born nodded. “That and Lucius will be out soon. You know all hell will break loose when he learns Draco and I are married. He already knows we’re engaged and he’s threatened to try to stop us if we don’t marry before he gets out.”
Draco groaned as he stood up straight and walked across the room to the desk. “That’s not exactly information they need to know, love,” he said to her.
“Why not?” Hermione replied, looking at the blond curiously. “I don’t see why it would matter one way or the other and, besides, it’s not like they are going to come between us. Nor is Kingsley going to use this to keep your father in prison.” She glanced at the black man who had taken a seat behind the desk and was now watching them. “You won’t keep him in prison, right?”
The Minister leaned forward and rested his elbows on the desk. “You put me in a precarious position, Miss Granger,” he told her. “I can’t continue containing him if his leads keep turning up run-away Death Eaters, but at the same token, I do agree with Auror Potter. You and Mr. Malfoy deserve to have your day, complete with all the trimmings, and I for one wouldn’t mind a slice of wedding cake.”
Harry gave a small smile and nodded. “Besides, Hermione, I thought you wanted me to walk you down the aisle?” he asked. “I know I could never replace your father, but I would like to think we were close enough that I could give you away.”
Draco took Hermione’s hand and moved her to the only free chair. Once she was seated, he jumped up easily to sit cater-cornered on the desk. This gave him the advantage of seeing everyone and still be able to reach Hermione if he needed to.
“He’ll be out in a few weeks,” Hermione told them. “We need to be married before then.”
“Hermione,” Harry started, but the Muggle born shook her head.
“We need to be married before he gets home,” she pushed. “We will be married before he gets home, too, Harry. We’ll do it your way for now. Ginny wants to plan a wedding, she can get with Narcissa and plan it, but if we’re not married by the end of this month, Draco and I will do it our own way.” She glanced at the Minister. “We’ll go to France if we have to, but we will be married.”
Harry sighed. “And this will make you happy?” he asked. At Hermione’s nod, he questioned, “Are you sure?”
She licked her lips. “I’m not sure about anything anymore, Harry,” she replied, “but of this, I am certain. Draco keeps me sane. I can’t explain it, but I’m finally seeing the light at the end of the tunnel and standing there is Draco. Pure, blond, with grey eyes and a snarky smirk.”
Draco gave her the smirk she spoke of and glanced at Harry smugly. “She wants what she wants, Potter,” he commented with a shrug.
Harry moved lightning fast and, as quick as Draco was, he was less than a second slower, but it was that less than that gave Harry the advantage. Hermione and Kingsley shot up from their seats as Harry pinned Draco against the wall, wand pressed against the Pureblood’s throat. Draco glared at the Half-blood and gritted his teeth.
“Let go of him, Harry,” the Muggle born warned.
Glancing off to the side, Draco saw her standing there, her wand trained on the Boy-Who-Lived. “It’s alright, love,” he said, reassuringly. He stared at Harry. “He knows if he does anything he could lose his promotion or worse.”
Harry slammed the Pureblood against the wall again. “Care to take that test, Malfoy? I defeated Voldemort. A nasty little prick like you would have to do more than threaten my job,” he snarled.
Draco sneered, but it was Hermione who responded. “Let him go, Harry. I won’t tell you again,” she warned once more.
Harry gave the Pureblood one last shove and moved away. Annoyed, Draco straightened his clothes and rolled his shoulders. Taking his own wand out, the Pureblood pointed it at the Half-blood.
“Draco, put your wand away,” Hermione ordered as she lowered her own wand. “All this rivalry has to stop. Of all the people in this world, the two of you mean the most to me.” She glanced at Harry. “No one will ever replace you in my life.” She turned to Draco. “And no one will replace you.” She took Draco’s hands in her own. “We will be married and soon, and I will deal with all the Pureblood, old-fashioned stuff that comes along with it, but you have to give me this. Harry and Ginny will always be a part of my life, a part of our lives. And if the Weasleys ever accept my apology, they will, too, with the exception of Ron. Maybe one day Ron and I can be friends again, but…”
“No,” he said with a finality that gave no room for disagreement. “Spend as much time as you want with Potter and the Weasleys. I will even try to play nice with them, hell, I’ll even make sure my mum invites them to the Christmas bash I know she’s going to throw, but I don’t want you talking to Ronald anymore. I don’t want you even looking at him.” His eyes hardened more. “You planned to give him everything and all he wanted was more, Hermione. You almost did give him everything and look at how he repaid you. The first time you get flowers from an unknown admirer, he accuses you of cheating! Something he had been doing all along.”
“How do you even know that?” she asked. “Did you see him with someone?”
“Didn’t have to,” Draco explained. “Nott had seen him and I trust Nott, don’t you?”
“Of course I do,” she said and she glanced at Harry. “Why didn’t Theo tell me?”
Draco shrugged and leaned against the wall. “Probably because he knew how much you liked the Weasel?” he suggested. “He knew you were going through a lot of shite and probably figured you didn’t need more. I don’t know, love. You’ll have to ask him.”
She nodded then turned back to the Minister. “When is the beginning of July? About two weeks? Think you can keep Lucius busy until then?”
“I’ll see what I can do, Miss Granger,” the black man told her.
Hermione smiled. “Thank you, Minister,” she said before turning back to Draco. “We should go see your mother.” Glancing at Harry, she said offhand, “If Ginny’s up for it, perhaps she could meet me at the Manor? Then again, I’m not sure. I don’t want to shock Narcissa, so I would wait until I’ve spoken to her. I’ll send Ginny an owl or Floo her.” She sighed. “Have you managed to teach her how to use a mobile yet?”
Harry smiled. “She finds Muggle technology troublesome. I’ve tried, and I think she may know a thing or two, but…” He shrugged. “Perhaps we should all invest in mobiles, then we wouldn’t have to worry about sticking our heads in the fire or owl poop.”
The Muggle born gave a small giggle. “Yes, something like that,” she commented. She glanced at Draco. “I’m finished for the day. Would you like to head home?”
A smirk played on Draco’s lips. “Sure, love,” he said.
She nodded and together, they left the Minister’s office and headed back to the Manor.
(II)(II)
Draco was pissed! He had been so close! If Potter had not been there, he would be bringing Hermione Malfoy home instead of Hermione Granger. The morning papers would talk about them being married and no doubt there would be owls swooping in and out of the Manor. Hermione would be sleeping at the Manor in his bed, that would actually be their bed, and he would be working towards getting her pregnant with his child.
Grasping her hand in his, he led her through the Manor towards his private sitting room. “Maisey!” he shouted as they walked.
Hermione followed along silently, though she was smiling. Draco really wanted to wipe that smile off her face, but he said nothing towards her. A loud Crack came beside them causing Hermione to jump. “Yes, Master Draco, sir?” the little house elf answered as she ran to keep up with the couple.
As Draco entered his sitting room, he released Hermione’s hand and went to his personal bar. He didn’t look at either the elf or the witch as he poured himself two fingers of firewhiskey and downed them in one go. He picked up the bottle and tipped it to pour some more, but only a few drops came out.
“Let Mother know I’m home,” he told the elf as he grabbed the decanter of brandy. “And get me another bottle of firewhiskey.” He finally turned and looked at Hermione. “Would you like something, love? Perhaps a butterbeer or juice?”
As the elf popped out of the room, Hermione stared at him in confusion. She crossed the room to him, took the glass out of his hand, and downed the drink herself. Both of his eyebrows raised in surprise at her audacity. She gave the now empty glass back to him, made a face, and began coughing. Draco rubbed her back and patted it, cooing soothingly as he did so.
“You shouldn’t have drank so much so quickly,” he said softly.
Tears gushed out of her eyes, but they weren’t from sadness and she glanced up at him. “You… did it,” she coughed with her hand over her mouth.
“I’m used to it, love,” he told her. He cupped her jaw and used his thumb to wipe her tears away. Placing his empty glass on the table, he pulled her into an embrace, burying his face in her hair.
He felt her small arms wrap around his body and her hands run up and down his back. He closed his eyes at the feel of them and bit back a groan. Each rub she gave him shot jolts straight to his groin and he wanted nothing more than to pull her to the couch and take her.
He groaned as he reluctantly pulled away from her. Resting his forehead onto hers, he whispered, “I want you so badly.” Opening his eyes, he looked into her honey orbs. “We should be married by now. This should be our wedding night.”
She gave him a confused look and lifted her hand to touch his cheek. “We will be,” she told him. Glancing down and pushing away from him, she turned her back to him to take a step away from him. “Harry was right, though. We were rushing it too quickly.”
He growled as he turned back to his liquor cabinet. Where was Maisey with that bottle of firewhiskey? “’Harry was right’,” he mocked gruffly. “Always agreeing with Potter.”
“Draco, that’s not fair,” she said, turning to look at him.
He whipped his own body around. Angry, he snarled, “Not fair?! What’s not fair, Hermione? You know that prat doesn’t want us to marry. No doubt he’s hoping to use these two weeks to try and convince you not to marry me!” It only took him one step to move towards her again and he cupped her face with both of his hands. “From the moment I met you, Hermione, I’ve wanted to be with you, even though I didn’t know it. For years, I’ve denied myself, pushing you further and further away from me because I didn’t think I had a chance. Nine years later, we’re finally together and he’s trying to keep us apart!”
Without warning, his lips crashed against hers in a desperate kiss. Wrapping his arms around her tiny frame, he deepened the kiss, pushing his tongue between her lips. She returned his kiss with as much fervour, her hands fisting the back of his shirt. Running his hands down her sides, he reached down and grabbed her left leg, pulling it up as he lifted her slightly to walk towards the couch. She did not fight him and even wrapped her leg around his waist. When the back of her other leg hit against the couch, she pulled him down to her and, together, they practically fell onto the couch.
He pushed his hard on against her core and they both groaned at the feel. Her skirt was hiked up around her waist and his slacks offered just enough of a barrier. He lifted one hand to his shirt and began unbuttoning it as he continued to kiss her. Once all of the buttons were undone, he pulled his shirt off and tossed it away from them. Pulling her blouse out of her skirt, he began unbuttoning her blouse and pushed his hand under the blouse and cupped one breast.
Hermione gasped and arched her back and Draco smiled against her lips as he slipped his hand under her bra and ran a finger over her nipple. She lifted her arms and buried her hands in his hair as she pulled her mouth away from him so she could moan. “Oh, sweet Merlin,” she gasped.
Draco trailed kisses along her jaw to her neck, nipping and sucking at it. Each mewl and purr she gave hardened his cock more and he pressed it against her, digging at her core. He began rocking his hips, causing his hardened member to rub deliciously on her and he groaned at the feel. He wanted more and slipped his hand out from her breast down to where her knickers covered her. He was pleasantly surprised to feel just a wet string where a proper slip of cloth should have been. He broke away from her neck to gaze down at her. Smirking, he hissed, “You naughty girl. Is that a pair of thongs you’re wearing?”
Her blush was all the answer he needed and he attacked her neck again, licking a sensitive reddened area before nipping at it. His fingers worked at her clit as she moaned and mewled. He was encouraged by her response and allowed his fingers to explore more. She was so wet and slick. As he suckled on her neck, he removed his fingers to undo his fly. Taking out his heavy, aching member, he rubbed the bare head along her wet pussy lips and was rewarded with a loud moan. He moved his lips to hers, kissing her, and didn’t see her eyes shoot open as he pressed his cock more persistently against her.
She shoved at him, breaking the kiss and croaking, “No!” She pushed at his chest more firmly. “Draco, stop!”
He wanted to push her back down as she slipped out from under him. Push her back down and force his cock into her pussy. It was obvious she wanted him. Her tender hole was ready and weeping for him. But he had promised and with a growl, he threw himself away from her, sitting properly on the couch as Hermione straightened her skirt and began buttoning her blouse. Draco did not bother fixing his trousers, letting his cock stand out, even stroking it some to keep it hard.
Hermione glanced at him and, blushing, quickly looked away. “Draco!” she admonished. “You shouldn’t…”
“It’s my room, Hermione,” he reminded her. “And you’ll be my wife soon. There’s nothing wrong with you seeing my cock. In fact…” he straightened up more and touched her face, gently pulling her jaw towards him. “I want you to look at it.” Their eyes met and he lifted an eyebrow. “Just look, love. It won’t hurt just to look.”
Her cheeks changed from pink to red as she glanced down at his lap. She had seen pictures, both moving and non-moving, of penises and how they looked in the various states of arousal. Reading books on sexual reproduction gave her more than a general idea of what they looked like and how they functioned. Pictures were nothing compared to the real thing.
It looked like a red, flesh covered rod with its blunt tip. She blinked and she could literally feel her heart pounding in her throat. He had been planning to have sex with her just now, but she had toyed with her opening before and she knew for a fact that the large rod he held would never have fit inside her. As her eyes widened, she was suddenly glad she had put a stop to it.
“It doesn’t bite, you know,” he told her as he relaxed against the couch. “You can touch it if you like.”
Her eyes flew to his and she licked her lips. She started to shake her head when he quirked a brow. “Where’s all that Gryffindor courage, Granger? Come on. I dare you to grasp it and give it a tug.”
Swallowing the lump that had suddenly formed in her mouth, she reached out with a tentative hand and ran her fingers over the head. His cock jumped and she snatched her hand away. “It moved!” she whispered.
Chuckling, Draco sat up and moved closer to her. Taking her hand into his, he tilted his head towards hers, not quite resting his chin on her shoulder. “Here,” he whispered, huskily. He guided her hand to wrap firmly around his cock. He closed his eyes, revelling in the feel of her fingers on his cock. Gently, he moved her hand up and down his shaft. “Just like that,” he breathed, barely getting the words out.
Hermione looked at her hand curiously. His cock was so warm and velvety. Sure it felt almost as hard as a steel rod, but it twitched as she gently pumped it. Draco let go of her hand, leaning back to enjoy the feel of her massaging his cock, and she took the opportunity to explore it more thoroughly. It still bore its foreskin, and she found that fascinating the way the skin could be lifted over the head like a sleeve. The head of his cock was well defined with a distinct slit that ended in the smallest of holes.
As Narcissa burst into the room, the couple jumped. Draco quickly tucked his dick into his trousers and zipped them up as Hermione straightened her clothes. “Mum!” he yelped. “You could have knocked.”
The matron was not fazed by her son’s words, instead she seemed quite perturbed by the state the young couple was in. “Since when has it ever been appropriate for a young, unwed couple to be in the gentlemen’s private chambers alone?” she asked calmly.
Draco rolled his eyes. “This isn’t the fourteenth century anymore, Mother,” he groused as he plopped back onto the couch. “Many couples our age are doing even worse and they are either in the bedroom or not even bothering with private rooms at all.”
“I don’t care what you and your friends did in the Slytherin Common Room, nor do I care what other couples your age do. You, Draco Lucius,” she scowled, “are the Malfoy heir and I know your father and I raised you to be a gentleman, not some scoundrel. Now. Maisey should be drawing your bath as we speak and will have clothes put out for you for supper. I suggest you head on to your bathroom and clean up,” she fussed.
Draco rolled his eyes and looked to Hermione. Her lips were swollen from his kisses, her cheeks flushed from embarrassment, and her hair was as wild as ever. He really wanted to take her with him so he could have his wicked way with her. She really looked lusciously fuckable. He groaned as he stood up and made his way to the door. “I’ll see you both at supper,” he told the two women. He then looked at Hermione. “You will be at supper, won’t you, love?”
She blinked and shuddered. She nodded quickly to answer his question and stared at him. She watched him leave, terrified of looking at Narcissa. The older witch would not be ignored however. “Come, child, and get up,” the woman hissed.
Hermione closed her eyes and steeled her Gryffindor courage as she stood. Opening her eyes, she looked at Narcissa. For a moment, the two witches simply stared at one another and Hermione had the feeling the Pureblood was measuring her. It unnerved Hermione as she looked up into the cold blue eyes of the blond witch. She expected to be berated, possibly even thrown out and warned to never darken the doorstep of Malfoy Manor again. Instead, after a while, the older witch smiled.
“Those Malfoy men,” the woman said breathlessly. “Forever stealing hearts and getting us to do whatever they want. Come, Hermione. If you are truly staying for supper, you’ll want to dress in something more appropriate. I can show you to the guest rooms where some of my old clothes are. I’m sure we can find you something elegant and beautiful.”
Hermione had blushed at the mention of Malfoy men, but stood and followed the Pureblood willingly. They walked down what seemed like an endless corridor. Narcissa spoke of the Malfoy family, the past deeds, and the possible future. She told the young girl what was expected of Malfoy women and men and the legacy she was gaining in marrying Draco.
“I know it may mean little to you, darling,” the older witch stated. “I don’t know much about Muggle customs, which can be a bit of a problem, however, Draco is a quick study and will catch on with little guidance. Give him a book to read, and he’ll read it, study it, and know it from cover to cover. His father is much the same. I would not put it past either of them to have read and memorized every book within our library.”
Hermione smiled. “Sounds like myself,” she joked, glancing at the portraits as they walked. Narcissa named each portrait as they walked, but she did not really elaborate on who they were and the portraits did not say anything to her. They just stared at the witches as they walked past. Hermione supposed there was a book somewhere in the library that she would be expected to read and learn. Not that it mattered much for the studious Muggle born. She was forever curious and would learn all she could of the family she was joining.
“Yes,” Narcissa absentmindedly agreed. She stopped and turned to look at the younger witch. “Will you start staying here?” she asked. “I received a letter from Lucius earlier and he said you were planning to marry by the end of the month.”
Inwardly, Hermione glowered. Of course he would owl his wife to make sure she knew. The Muggle born nodded. “Draco had attempted to convince me to marry him today, to be honest, Narcis… Actually, might I make a request?”
The Pureblood smiled. “Of course, darling.”
“Well, actually, two requests now that I think on it,” Hermione corrected herself. “The first would be, of course, if you could help me plan the wedding. I almost went through with it today, but I would like to have a small ceremony with a few close friends and family. While Ginny is more than willing to help, I was hoping you would like to help as well? Draco told me you were quite talented at planning and executing parties.”
The bushy haired witch did not think she had ever seen the proper Pureblood blush before, and yet a slight pinkish tint tinged the older witch’s cheeks. “He does like to gloat, doesn’t he?” she commented. “Of course I wouldn’t mind helping you, darling. We could actually conduct the ceremony right here in the Manor. It is where Lucius and I married and every generation before ours. It’s quite customary, in fact.”
Hermione smiled and nodded. “Thank you,” she said. Clasping her hands in front of her, she continued to follow the older witch as they strolled down another corridor. “The second thing, and I do hope I’m not being too forward here, but Draco and I will be married soon,” she pointed out. “I hope you don’t mind if I start calling you ‘Mother.’ Only is customary in my own family. My mum called my father’s mother ‘Mother’ until the day she died, and it’s a tradition I would like to keep.”
Narcissa’s smile broadened and reached into her eyes. Stopping again, she took Hermione’s hands in her own. “Nothing would make me happier, darling. Lucius mentioned in his letter that you had called him ‘Father.’”
Hermione wrinkled her nose and placed a hand over her nose and mouth to hide her snort. Dropping her hand, she responded, “Yes, well, I had said that in a quite condescending way. Forgive my impertinence, but your husband can be quite irritating at times. I fear we may never truly get along.”
Narcissa nodded as she opened a door and led Hermione into one of the largest, most beautiful set of rooms the Muggle born had ever seen. “You’ll soon learn, darling, that the Malfoys can be quite conservative about some things. Give him time, though, and he’ll eventually come around. Now. If you choose to stay, these will be your rooms until your wedding day. I’ll leave you to get ready and dress for supper. Of course, after you marry, you’ll move into Draco’s room with him, unless the two of you decide otherwise.”
“Thank you,” the Muggle born said and the two witches embraced and touched cheeks.
“Now, once you’re ready, just call for Maisey and she will lead you to the dining hall. I’ll see you soon,” the older witch said.
Bidding Narcissa good bye, Hermione quietly closed the door and turned around to look at the set of rooms.

Author's Note: Another chapter! As always, I thank you for your reviews and votes! You guys are awesome!
Pickles, to be honest, I was a bit petrified myself when Hermione visited Lucius. And, yes, there is a tradition that Hermione did not consider that Draco knows about and would insist upon. *Giggles* You'll see. Not sure if Lucius does or does not know about Narcissa's part, but would it surprise you if he did?
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