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Let There Be No More Curse	By : lexiatel Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 61015 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 10
Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to Jk Rowling, I do not make any profit in writing this story what so ever, I am just having some fun.

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"Well, this is it." Draco set the suitcase on the floor of the Malfoy Manor's flooing room. "Nervous?"
Hermione inhaled a breath and let it out slowly. "I'll manage," she said, jiggling Scorpius to soothe his cries from the flooing. He was getting better about it lately, slowly adjusting to the feeling of having his air sucked out of his lungs.
"Best to hold your breath next time," Draco informed his son, squeezing his tiny shoulder. He thought Scorpius was now smart enough to understand what that meant.
"Derbla!" Scorpius wailed. He took his hand out of his mouth and touched an eye with a wet finger.
"Oh, there's Grandmother's little baby!" Draco's mother said in excitement. She made a silly face at the baby, making him grin.
"He's a bit cranky today," Hermione warned Mother as she handed off Scorpius to her.
"Does Scorpy need some sleepy time?" Mother asked, gently bopping Scorpius' nose with her index finger.
"Dah!" was his reply. He put his entire fist into his mouth and began to whine.
"Oh, dear," Hermione said and snatched up the suitcase that sat at Draco's feet. She flung it up and set it onto a table to rummage through. "He just had his teething ring right before we left!" She dug through the suitcase, looking for another, creating a racket as she shoved an abundance of items around.
"He's started this new game," Draco explained to his mother and filled her in on the details of Scorpius' sabotaging stunt. Mother tilted her head questionably at Scorpius, who sucked on his hand, looking completely innocent.
"He was not sabotaging my packing," Hermione told Draco firmly. She smiled in triumph and pulled out a blue chew toy that looked similar to a tooth brush. "It's not his biscuit shaped one, but hopefully he won't mind." She then cast a cooling charm on it and gave it to Scorpius who immediately started gnawing on it.
"Ah!" he wailed out in pain. His lips curled up in disgust as if he had just tasted something awful. His eyebrows wrinkled. "Bah!"
"He's cutting a tooth," Mother said sympathetically, sticking a finger into his mouth to feel along his gums. "It's a sharp one, I can feel a bit of the tip of it."
Scorpius screeched in pain and turned his head, swinging his arms out at his grandmother. "Ah!" he screamed.
"Chew on your toy, Scorpius," Draco instructed him. "It'll make it feel better."
Scorpius shook his head violently. "Bah!"
"Oh," Hermione moaned, frowning at Scorpius. "He wants his other one. It must work better. My poor little baby."
"You could try transfiguring this one," Mother suggested, conjuring up a cloth and dabbing at the drool that drooped out of Scorpius' mouth. He tossed and turned in her arms, grunting in agony. With his free hand, he tugged at his hair.
"Wonder where he gets that from." Hermione glanced at Draco a moment before doing what Mother had suggested.
Draco sighed guiltily and removed his son's hand from his head. "Don't do that, son," he spoke softly and kissed the tiny hand.
Hermione held out the transfigured device to Scorpius and earned a strange look from him. "Doohah?" he questioned tearfully, eyeing the item.
"It's just like the other one," Hermione said coaxingly, wiggling it for him to take.
Scorpius shook his head wildly and he swatted at it. "Bah!"
Hermione exasperatedly blew a stray strand of hair from her face. "He knows it's not the real deal."
Scorpius wailed and dove his head into Mother's chest. "There, there, little one." Mother rubbed his back.
"Alright, I'll just apply the Omileoil then. That'll soothe his aches."
Draco snorted. Scorpius didn't like the taste of the oral numbing agent and he knew the boy heard Hermione because Scorpius clenched Mother so hard that she gave out a small yelp.
"Scorpy, sweety," Mother murmured painfully and tried to pry his hands loose from her chest.
Someone tutted from across the room. Father was shaking his head at his place in the doorway. "Grandfather has come to fix everything for you, Scorpius," he said, sweeping into the room, slightly grinning.
Scorpius lifted his head up to his grandfather's voice. "Ah!" he whimpered, biting his finger, showing the man his pain.
"Yes, I know," Father told him, petting Scorpius' soft pale hair. "Grandfather knows exactly what takes care of Scorpius' pain, doesn't he?"
Scorpius nodded. "Gah!"
"Oh, but your parents would disapprove," he said, turning his head from the boy and looking out the corners of his eyes at him.
"Bah!" Scorpius then grunted eagerly.
"What is it, Father? What will soothe his pain?"
"Yes, at this point, we'll do anything to ease his pain," Hermione said in desperation.
Father nodded, smirking a bit. "Of course you would." He took out his wand from his grey dress robes. With an elegant wave, something appeared in thin air and hovered in front of Scorpius who now wore a huge, happy smile.
"An ice cream cone?" Mother said.
Father tilted his head. "That's what it appears to be," he said craftily, watching the baby suck the top off it.
"What is it really?" Hermione asked in curiosity.
"Let's not ruin the fun," Draco advised, tossing his head to their happy son. If Scorpius knew it wasn't really ice cream, who knew how he would react. Besides, knowing Father, it was probably a healthy alternative; like frozen yogurt or something. "It doesn't matter right now, does it?"
"Hmm, I guess not," she distantly agreed. Draco could tell that she was eager to know what her son was really consuming though.
"You may as well get yourselves settled in, Draco. Your mother's been positively ecstatic for this week since the moment you accepted the invitation." Father's eyes shifted to Hermione who stiffened but stared up at him, letting him know she didn't find him at all intimidating. "You know where to find me if you have anymore problems that need addressed," Father said and made his exit.
"Your grandfather is so smart!" Mother whispered to Scorpius, kissing him on his temple.
"Gah!" Scorpius agreed with a mouthful of his treat. His eyes blinked tiredly. He was ready for a nap but he was determined to finish his entire snack before doing so.
"Will he be alright with you for a while?" Draco asked his mother.
"Of course he will." Narcissa kissed Scorpius again. He was now gumming at the waffle cone, softening it up enough to consume. "I'll get him all cleaned up and then read to him until he falls asleep."
"Thank you. I'm going to show Hermione our room then."
"And hopefully I'll remember the way to and from it," Hermione spoke up, laughing lightly.
"Oh, you'll have no problems," Draco said. "I'm sure."
Toogy popped in then, taking the suitcase off the table. "Everything is now ready, Master," she said a bit breathlessly. "Just as you wished, sir."
Draco tried ignoring the irritated roll of Hermione's eyes and nodded. "Thanks, Toogs."
"Toogy would be pleased if Master would let her know when he wants something again," Toogy said and cracked away with the suitcase.
"You didn't need to put that poor creature to work just because of me!" Hermione scolded Draco, crossing her arms over her chest.
Mother began humming not so innocently and gave her son an amused smile. She shifted Scorpius in her arms. The baby yawned in his tiredness. He didn't seem to pay any notice his mother's outburst, which Draco was grateful for.
"Let's get you cleaned up." Mother then slipped out of the room with Scorpius, leaving Draco and Hermione time to themselves.
"Well, let's hear the excuse," Hermione prompted.
"Toogy... offered?" Draco explained uncertainly.
Hermione's eyebrows flew up to her hairline. "Did she?" she asked doubtfully.
Draco sighed. The purpose of this week long stay was to show Hermione that the Manor is not some evil place. His intentions had been for her to fall absolutely in love with it so that maybe one day he could coax her into living here. Everything had to be perfect for her, and since Toogy was a perfectionist, she was ideal for the job.
The Gordin Manor was just so... primitive compared to here, and frankly, Draco was tired of having to get all dressed up just to go to his Potions lab to do a quick brewing. Often he'd get an idea in the middle of the night and it was too much trouble to deal with it at his current residence.
Besides, everything here was a hundred times better.
"I've been neglecting her—"
"Neglecting?!" Hermione shrieked.
"Yes," he said, narrowing his eyes. "As much as you'd like to think you know everything about House-elves, you don't."
"They're slaves!"
"They are beings who strive to please their masters. The more work they do, the more happier they are. It's insane to think about it from our point of view, but some creatures are strange like that. Look at dogs, they are incredibly loyal and eager to please. Some breeds need a job, otherwise, they'll get bored and unhappy. House-elves are very similar to them. You've insisted that I do everything myself, and because of that, Toogy's been feeling sad lately. She's supposed to be a part of my life and has been feeling like I've abandoned her," he paused as Hermione's face softened, considering his words. "How do you feel when you feed Scorpius and care for him?"
"Good. It makes me happy to tend to his needs, and I feel nice when he smiles at me after I do something that he likes."
Draco nodded. "House-elves are no different. Except the feeling that you get is much more greater for them."
"Oh, come on!" She scoffed. "That's hardly the same! I'm not my son's slave!"
Draco lifted an eyebrow. "You tend to his every need and desire."
"Not his every desire," Hermione argued.
Draco wanted to laugh. She didn't realize it, but she actually did do whatever Scorpius wanted. She was completely blind to the boy's attempts for her attention and demands. Every time Draco pointed it out to her though, she'd claim Scorpius wasn't able to do such things just yet.
'He is just a baby with needs.'
"I have to give Toogy a job," Draco insisted. "It's my duty. If you'd study them more you'd understand their nature better. Toogy's been my House-elf for years, we're more friends than anything."
"Why don't you set her free then and pay her for her work?"
"She's bound to me. I can't—"
"Dobby said you just have to give them a piece of clothing."
"Dobby wasn't a bound elf, Hermione. Not by blood, anyway. Elves bound by blood are different. I'm a part of her; my blood circulates through hers. She feels me. She's able to know when I'm sick, dying, angry, happy— all that. It's sort of like the bond you and I have. Such elves are special, and if treated decently, they'll be loyal to you forever— without even having to threaten them into doing it. House-elves with masters consider themselves lucky, but blood bound House-elves are considered even more luckier, especially if they have a decent master."
Hermione looked at an old portrait on the wall, giving that a thought over. "Well... when you put it that way..."
Draco grinned in both relief and success.
"But, that doesn't mean they should have to punish themselves if they don't follow one of your—"
His smile quickly disappeared. "Have you ever seen an elf iron their hands in my presence?!" he demanded, slightly insulted. "I've never abused one! Never! All the House-elves here know that they don't have to punish themselves around me! The only reason elves do that is because their Master has ordered it of them!"
Hermione met her eyes with his. He saw them tear up. "They do that because of a master's order?!" she squeaked in disbelief.
He nodded grimly. "Too lazy to do it themselves. That, or they get off on watching a creature mutilate itself!"
"That's just... barbaric!" Hermione's fists clenched. A single tear slipped from her eyes. "Why doesn't the Ministry do something about it?! They protect the dragons and unicorns, but—"
"Because most of their sponsors own House-elves," Draco cut her off before she had the chance to blow up. "They aren't going to pass a law that'll piss off the richest donors. Most of us may have gotten over the Muggleborn thing, but that doesn't mean we're willing to live our lives without House-elves."
"I have to do something!" Hermione told him, pursing her lips. "It's one thing to own them but to order those poor dears to hurt themselves?! Strictly for the entertainment?! If they don't want to do something, they shouldn't have to! And they shouldn't have to endear pain because of it! They may be eager to please and enjoy pleasing, but they do not enjoy inflicting pain on to themselves!" Her face was red now, and she was huffing from her anger.
"I agree," Draco told her quietly, afraid of speaking much louder. He'd been on the receiving side of her anger before. If she didn't calm down soon, Draco was sure she'd be flooing to the Ministry any moment now.
She stared him down, silent for a few moments, deep in thought. "You do?" Her question was slow and unsure.
He nodded. "It's possible to have a House-elf and not abuse them. Not all of us treat them like animals. They also tend to listen better when they're not terrified of you. They can think much more clearly when they are relaxed."
"Yes," Hermione agreed, appearing to calm down with his reasoning.
"You should start an organization to help them," he suggested.
Her eyes lit up. "Yes, I can bring back S.P.E.W.—"
"No," Draco said firmly. "Not SPEW."
"It's called S.P.E.W.!"
"It spells SPEW, Hermione," he told her bluntly. "People thought it was a joke in school, and their opinions won't change now either. It has to be a name that can be taken seriously. I'll help if you want."
"You really would help?" she asked in surprise.
"I think together we can make a difference for them. They'll still want masters— like I said earlier, they aren't much different than dogs, but we can at least get them some rights and stop the abuse on them."
Hermione's head ducked low. "Your father—"
"Has been trying," he added quickly. After Dobby's sacrifice in saving Potter, Father's eyes opened a little when it came to how he should be handling his House-elves. Mother had warned him many years that he should have treated them better, but he had refused to take her word for it. Father didn't treat his elves as good as Draco or his mother did, but he was much more lenient than he was to be (which didn't mean much).
"Does he still think of me as being dirty?" she asked in a whisper, avoiding Draco's eyes.
Draco stepped up to her, putting a hand onto her shoulder. "Mione, he admires you."
She shook her head. "He doesn't!"
"He's just... not going to let you believe it. It took him years to show how proud he was of me, and I'm his son." Draco kissed the top of her head. "He's a real hard man to please, so don't worry about what he thinks of you. He's grateful of you and your friends. I'm happy to have you as the mother of my son, Hermione, and he may never admit it, but I think he is too. He was always one to value intellect more than anything. I'm sure if you had been a pureblood, he would have tried setting us up when we were children."
She lifted her head up, smiling. "You think so?"
He nodded. "I know so."
Hermione's smile widened, and she leaned against Draco, hugging him. "You sure know how to make me feel better, Draco."
He laughed lightly. "I'm happy I can do it. Shall I show you where we'll sleep now?" He felt her nodded against his chest, and they pulled apart to walk. Their hands found each other, and Draco led his girlfriend to the room he had Toogy set up for her.
Hermione looked around with a confused expression on her face. "Did you have your door recoloured?" she asked him, not completely sure if she was thinking right or not.
He chuckled, amused that she had noticed. Draco didn't answer her, instead, he twisted the doorknob to open the freshly painted white door that it was attached to. He smiled, hearing her gasp as she took in the sight of the newly decorated bedroom. With her mouth at a slight gap of shock, her wide eyes flipped this way and that, admiring the new look of his bedroom. He had eliminated all the dreary colours, exchanging the black and greys for a pinkish tan and white scheme, knowing Hermione would appreciate the warm feminine look.
"It's... beautiful," she whispered, fingering the light rose coloured drapes that were tied back with white curtain ties, which exposed the glass doors that led out to the balcony. "Gosh, Draco," she breathed under her breath. "You didn't have to redo your room. We could have used another..." She looked a little guilty, nibbling at her bottom lip with her teeth.
"This one has the best view," he added quickly. "I don't mind, really. Do you like it?" he asked, knowing that she did, he just wanted to hear her say it.
She nodded, her eyes lit up with delight. "It's much better than the black," she said with a tiny smile.
His stomach flipped a little, pleased with himself for making her gleam at him like that. "Good. Come check out the bathroom then." He gestured her to follow him to the right side of the room where a white door stood, closing off the bathroom.
"Wow...!" She stepped in after him, eyeing the cat structures that the faucets were made out of. Each faucet was a chrome cat standing up on its hind legs. The front legs were extended out, poised in an effort to keep its balance from an over-sized hat on its head. A flower stuck out of the hat which elegantly curled out into the sink. This was where the water came out of when one of the cat's front limbs were adjusted 'off' and 'on' accordingly.
"Were the faucets always like that?" she asked with a tilt of her head.
"Nope. You had a cat, didn't you? I thought you did, anyway, so I took you for a cat person."
Her smile turned sad at the mention of the cat.
"Oh..." Maybe the cat faucets were a bad idea... "I'm sorry... I didn't mean—"
"It's okay," she said quickly. "My mother really liked Crookshanks, so I told him to stay with her during the war." She shifted her feet uncomfortably. "I didn't honestly think I'd be coming back and I knew Mum would take well care of him."
He didn't know what to say, upset with himself for bringing up her sore memories. He sighed. Could he ever do anything right?!
"They are lovely," she assured him, looking at one of the statues. "And it was really thoughtful of you."
He nodded. "I'm glad you like it." He showed her the fancy toilet that had an automatic warming charm on it which kept the tush warm when you sat on it. "It also automatically flushes," he told her.
She laughed. "Some Muggle toilets do that now."
"I know. I wonder if some Muggleborn stole our idea." He winked jokingly before continuing the tour of the large bathroom.
"Draco, your bathroom is as big as your bedroom!"
They were walking down a short stone grey pathway now. The walls and floor had actual emeralds encased into the wall, giving it a little bit of a sparkling twinkle. "Wait until you see the tub then," he said, squeezing her hand.
"Holy..." She sucked in a breath of air when they reach the end of the walk path. "It's like an... old caldarium..."
"And once was used as one..." Draco informed, letting go of her hand so she could circle the tub that was probably the biggest she would ever see in her lifetime. "Many generations ago, an entire Malfoy family bathed in this."
"I can't get over the size," she said in astonishment, her voice echoing off the walls. She had only made it a quarter of the way around the semi oval shaped tub. "It must be sixty feet across!"
"Seventy-seven one way and sixty-eight the other."
"Where's the shower?" She searched for a possible area that could be hiding one.
He smirked. "There isn't one."
"You expect me to bathe in here?" she asked, pointing to the enormous tub.
"If you want to keep clean." Draco laughed at her face of disbelief following his statement.
"Do you have a smaller one?"
"Nope." Alright, that was a bit of a lie. There was actually one about the third of this one's size, but in truth, Draco wanted her to bathe here. He wanted her to experience luxury. He was sure she'd love it.
Hermione sighed in defeat, realizing she'd have no other choice but to use it. "Alright then, I guess it'll do."
*/*
The next day, she sunk into the tub, letting the warm, tranquilizing water touch her chin. She let out a deep sigh, unable to think of another bath that was more perfect than this.
"Dah," Scorpius' request of her attention made her eyes open. He safely floated near her in a swim float. Hermione was going to begin swimming lessons with him soon and had recently started introducing him to deeper water so he could get used to it.
"What, baby?" She took some baby shampoo and lathered his hair. He closed his eyes, knowing what was going to come next.
"Mmbah!" he screeched, spitting out water as she rinsed his hair from the suds. His hand went into his mouth then.
"I'll feed you when I'm through," she told him, checking his hair over closely to make sure all the suds were gone. "We have to get all clean for your Grandmother's party."
Scorpius cooed happily and kicked his feet, sending his swim float to drift away a little.
"I bet you're ready to try some real swimming, huh, Scorpy?"
"Gah!"
Hermione took her wand from the ledge of the tub and magically drove her son back to her. "That'll have to wait for another day." She then finished scrubbing him down while he chewed on a toy duck that used to belong to her when she was a baby herself.
"Having fun?" Draco cheerfully asked, making her jump a mile.
"Merlin!" she gasped. "You give may a fright!"
He chuckled and slipped off his shiny shoes. He leaned over to the side some, hooked a finger at the hem of his sock and pulled it off, then did the same with the other one.
"What are you doing?" she asked in alarm as he reached for his belt.
"Taking a bath," he replied nonchalantly.
She stood up, staring at him. "But I'm not done!"
Scorpius gurgled happily in the background. Draco's eyes set on the boy, and he smiled. "How do you like that thing, chomper?" he asked about the swim float.
Scorpius flapped his arms, slapping at the surface of the water. "Derbla!"
Draco glance at Hermione, giving her a quick devilish look before loosening up his belt. His pants fell to his ankles where he kicked them off.
"Draco, I'm not finished!" she hissed.
"Don't stop on the account of me, love." He carefully unbuttoned his shirt. "I have to make sure I smell all fresh too." He gave her a cocky grin, shrugging out of the shirt. He was now in just his t-shirt and boxers.
Hermione's insides leaped in anticipation of what he was going to have to remove next. There was never a time in which he had been naked where she could resist the temptation of touching and tasting him.
He surprised her by setting himself at the ledge of the tub, dunking his feet and most of his legs into the water. "Relax," he told her, beckoning her to him. "We've little time for such activities."
She nodded in agreement, and sat down beneath him when he motioned for to sit. Draco rested each of his legs onto her shoulders. He ran his hands through her mess of a hair, massaging her scalp. She moaned in delight at the tingling feeling his fingers sent to the area they fixated on.
What an incredibly amazing feeling...
She heard a light snap and cocked her head up to see him applying something creamy and yellow to his palm. "What's that?" It smelled absolutely divine. Sweet and milky.
Draco rubbed a good amount of it between his hands, then, gently, started gathering up her hair into them, smearing it into her hair. "This will help manage your hair tonight. It'll temporarily straighten it." She felt a tickle at the top of her head as he poured a generous amount of the product on it. "I think we'll need a lot though," he added simply.
Hermione sat back, letting her neck nest into him. "Will this bother you?" she asked, suddenly aware of where exactly her neck was resting at. She felt the familiar bulge of him all too well— his thin, silky layer of boxer shorts was the only barrier between them.
"Not at all," he said huskily. "In fact, I'm quite enjoying it."
"Not in front of Scorpius," she scolded him, eyeing the grinning baby carefully. "Why is he smiling like that?"
Draco pulled aside her hair, and brushed his lips up against the side of her neck. "Maybe he wants his father to get lucky?"
She playfully smacked a leg. "Not!"
He laughed. "Alright, time to rinse," he announced. "Close your eyes."
She did. "Ready." Draco doused her with a warm shower of water ejected from his wand.
"Uh oh, it's magic!" he said in mock disbelief.
Scorpius giggled. He liked that song and would dance to it (or really just attempted to, as he couldn't stand on his feet without help yet) whenever he heard it playing. "Derblah!" he squealed, clapping his hands. "Hassah!"
"No, I'm not singing that song," Draco grumbled.
"Oh, I think you should," Hermione agreed with her son.
"Watch it now, Mione." He tugged on her hair gently. "You're very vulnerable right now."
"I've got my wand still," she pointed out, holding it up.
"Expelliarmus?" he teased her, raking his hands through her hair.
"How's my hair?" Hermione asked, afraid of the answer.
"Extraordinarily lovely," he murmured, burying his nose into a bunch of it and inhaling the sweet scent. "It's much straighter than normal. You'll be able to dress it nicely."
"Oh, good," she sighed. "I'd hate to look a mess tonight. I'm sure there will be lots of fashionably dressed people here."
"You'll be the most ravishing one in the room tonight," he said, conjuring up a hair brush and running it through her hair in slow, delicate strokes. "I promise you that."
Hermione rolled her eyes. "I'm sure," she replied sarcastically.
"We'll just have to wait and see, hmm?" Draco swung a leg over her head and slipped in the water next to her. He kissed her bare shoulder, sending her nipples to stiffen.
"Erm... Draco...?" She closed her eyes, groaning as his tongue circled around the mark of their bond.
His lips found the corner of her mouth. "Yes?" he addressed innocently.
"There's no time...!" Hermione struggled to say. She jumped a little as his hand slid down to the heat between her legs "Oh...!"
Why did that have to feel so good?
"How right you are," he drawled, whispering against her ear, lightly nibbling on the lobe of it. "Unfortunately." With a seductive flick of his tongue, he separated from her and conjured up a bottle of body wash. "But there's always another time, babe. I'm a patient man." He wiggled his eyebrows before squeezing a bit of his spicy body wash on a bathing sponge.
*/*
Hermione shook her sweaty hands. She was nervous. Other than the Yule Ball, she had never been to such a fancy event, and Ginny had been so encouraging (not) when she had to point out the Yule Ball was probably nothing in comparison to a Malfoy party.
"Your dress is fine," Draco assured her for the tenth time in just twenty minutes. He tightened his tie to his dress robes. Tonight he wore light grey with a darker grey shirt underneath.
Hermione was wearing a green backless dress with white lace that wrapped around her waist and the dress's hems. Its sheer sleeves ran past her wrist, narrowing to its end at the beginning of her ring fingers.
Draco approached her from behind, eyeing her reflection in the body sized mirror. "Your neck's bare," he told her. He reached in the pocket of the pants to his dress robes, pulling out a fancy tin box. "This would look lovely around it."
"Oh, Draco... I can't accept—"
"A gift from your boyfriend?" he cut in and took her hand, setting the box into her palm. "You can't refuse jewelry, Mione, that would just be... unwomanly."
She smiled. "Thank you."
"You haven't even opened it." His eyes briefly fell to down to her hand. "Don't thank me until you know you like it."
"Is it green?" she asked half-jokingly.
"Open it and see."
Hermione lifted the top back. Inside was a round ruby pendant. She took it out, discovering that it was hung on a silver necklace. "It's wonderful! I love it!" She clutched it into her hand and hugged him. "Thank you!"
"You're welcome. I didn't feel it was right getting you anything with green in it, but I couldn't pass on the silver," he said apologetically. "It looks better with red than gold does."
She nodded and stepped back. "Definitely. Would you put it on for me, please?"
Draco took the necklace and draped it around her. Their eyes connected in the mirror and locked as he blindly fastened the clasp. He then broke their gaze, kissing the back of her neck, sending his hot breath tickling her skin. Goosebumps formed and she shivered. He chuckled, running his thumb along her skin.
"We should go down," she announced regrettably.
"Yes, we should," he reluctantly agreed.
"Isn't he just adorable?!" Mother chirped, speaking about Scorpius, who was dressed in identical dress robes to Draco's, when they had ventured down to the ballroom.
"He doesn't like the shoes, Mother," Draco informed, sliding them off his son's feet and pocketing them. "When it comes to picture time, we'll put them back on," he hastily reasoned with her when she sent him a pouting look. "You know he'll just kick them off and lose them."
"Hmm, excellent point," she said.
"Draco, someone's at the floo," Father announced from his spot at the bar, having just been informed by his House-elf.
"Alright, I'll take care of them then." Draco apparated to the flooing room to greet the guest. He didn't have time to see who it was because a large fist flung out at the precise moment of his apparition, popping Draco in the face. He stumbled back, holding his face in pain. Blood seeped from his nose. "What in the bloody hell?!"
"You're a fucking hypocrite, Malfoy!" a voice snarled.
"Nice of you to make it, mate," Draco muttered, wincing in pain.

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