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The Family Jewels	By : Mdunlap Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 137579 -:- Recommendations : 3 -:- Currently Reading : 7
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Chapter 2 A Letter

Hermione spent entirely too much time watching the Slytherin table. She didn’t want to, in fact she would have given quite a bit to resist. Draco and Blaise. She knew their reputations when it came to the fairer sex, especially when she was indeed in the running for Virgin Queen of Hogwarts, as Draco so kindly put it.

Draco was no longer the annoying git he had been over the years. His father’s incarceration in Azkaban and the subsequent rift with his mother had changed him. He rarely started trouble with anyone, and he held the reins of Slytherin tight in his fists.

Hermione did not know the full story regarding his current relationship with his mother, but she knew it was hurting Draco. There were no more care packages from Malfoy Manor, which had been an almost daily occurrence their entire time at school. How would she have felt if her mother wouldn’t speak to her?

Hermione was glad they were having this party for him. He held his head up every day, still tried to get the best marks, all the while knowing what the Daily Prophet was saying about him and his family.

Harry followed her eyes as she watched Draco Malfoy leave the Great Hall. “Malfoy okay lately, Hermione?” he asked her.

“How would I know?” she responded automatically.

“Well, you do share a dorm, and he’s in almost all your classes. Who would know if not you?” Harry was not letting this go. Something was going on with Slytherin, there was whispering as soon as Malfoy left the table, and he had gotten mail, but had not opened it at the table.

“Oh Harry, nothing is going on with Malfoy,” Hermione declared.

“You’re lying,” Harry hissed under his breath, so as not to attract attention at the Gryffindor table.

“Okay Harry, Malfoy’s birthday is next week and they’re trying to throw him a birthday party. Don’t you think he needs cheering up?” she asked Harry.

“No, I think he’s a right git, I don’t trust him or his father, and what was the deal with that owl delivering a letter at this hour?” Harry’s green eyes were not angry, but they were wary. He was not happy about Hermione sharing such close quarters with Malfoy with his father on the loose. But he didn’t say anything more, not yet. If he learned anything from Sirius’ death, it was not to trust his instincts, not to be the hero.

Hermione just sighed; she was supposed to meet with Blaise to work on the party plans. He was supposed to find out where Draco would be, so that they could be elsewhere.

Draco did not go to the library, as he had told Blaise. He meant to, and then turned when he was halfway there because he had forgotten his Arithmancy assignment in his room. Draco reached the Head Dorm and gave the portrait of a young woman with long, curly dark blond hair and gray eyes the password, “Checkmate.”

“No smile for me this evening, Viscount Malfoy?” the young woman asked him.

“Sorry Julia, not too many smiles in me today. And stop calling me that, my name is Draco.” But he did smile at her, taking the sting out of his words.

“Yes, of course…,” she swung open and he entered the head common room. When he was a few steps into the room she finished her sentence, “…Viscount Malfoy.”

The room Draco had entered held two large overstuffed couches, the upholstery of each a mirror of the other. One was gold with a delicate green fleur de lis pattern, the other green with gold fleur de lis. There was a large fireplace, and a beautiful woven rug on the hardwood floors that represented all four Hogwarts houses. There was a small kitchenette and a bathroom in case the head students were having meetings or tutoring sessions in their common room. ‘Thank Merlin we have own bathroom upstairs,’ Draco thought as he climbed the stairs to his room, ‘It’s bad enough that I have to share with Granger.’ He gave the portrait that guarded his door the password, “Snitch,” then laid down on the bed to feel sorry for himself for a while. Then he remembered the letter and got it out. He broke the wax seal on the back, apparently from a firm of solicitors: Slate, Meagher and Flom.

He extracted a heavy sheet of parchment and sat back down on his bed.

Viscount Malfoy,

As the executors of your grandfather’s estate, we would like to congratulate you on shortly reaching the age of majority. As the eldest unmarried male heir to both the Malfoy and the Black families, there is a considerable estate to be settled on you. As you are still at school, we are happy to continue to administer your grandfather’s holdings for you. If you wish to change or discontinue this relationship, please inform us by return owl.

There is also the matter of the jewels which were placed in our vaults at the time of your grandfather’s death. As your father did not wish to be bound by the jewels, he refused to take possession of them. I am sure you are aware of this situation, and I wish to assure you that your mother’s jewel was indeed added, although she never wore any of the pieces. I will be delivering the jewels by special courier on your date of majority, if you have no objection.

Yours,

Octavian Flom

Slate, Meagher and Flom

Paris, Amsterdam and Zurich

For the life of him, all Draco could come up with in response to this missive was, ‘Huh?’ Not exactly the response one would expect from the Head Boy of Hogwarts. Jewels. What jewels? One thing was for sure; his mother must have no knowledge of these, because if there was one thing Narcissa Malfoy never turned down, it was jewelry.

Since he had no idea where his father might be, even if he was sufficiently curious to ask, Draco figured he would just see what would be coming on his birthday. ‘It is nice to know that someone remembers my birthday and is sending something, even if it is mine to begin with,’ he thought sourly.

He heard the portrait open and the Head Girl talking to someone. “Blaise, are you sure he doesn’t suspect?”

Blaise chuckled quietly. “Oh my sweet cara, when will you learn that Draco is suspicious of everyone, all the time? I don’t think he’s particularly suspicious about what we’re up to though. He’s in the library right now; maybe we can spend some time in your room while he’s gone?”

“Sure Blaise, I think I have everything we need,” Hermione said. “Just don’t kiss me anymore, Merlin knows what I’d let you talk me into.”

‘Bloody Hell,’ Draco thought as he shot up off the bed to peek out his door. He watched his best friend open the door to Hermione’s bedroom, and then usher her inside. He felt a wave of magic hit him as powerful silencing and locking wards were put up. Zabini knew a lot of useful spells, and was actually quite brilliant. ‘The prick,’ thought Draco.

‘Since when has Blaise been a visitor to Hermione’s bedroom?’ he thought furiously. ‘I’ve never even been in there, and I live here.’ Then he shrugged, ‘What do I care?’ But somehow, he realized, he did care. He wasn’t sure when it had started, but lately Draco had become more aware of Hermione. Little things, the look in her eyes when she finally understood a difficult concept, the smile when she looked at her friends. He had never received a smile like that from her, but now he promised himself that he would, and soon. Draco had offered Hermione a truce on the first day of school, offering her a hand, if not in friendship, at least in peace. Okay, so Blaise had initially talked him into it, but the truce had held. They sometimes talked in their common room, especially when he came in from Quidditch practice, sometimes they studied, and sometimes, he had to admit, he pretended to read while he watched her face in the firelight.

During sixth year Hermione and Ron Weasley had been a couple, although it didn’t last long. He had indeed managed to make an overture to her, and then promptly fucked it up. This had led to some explosive fights in the corridors and the Great Hall. Draco smiled, thinking back. Ron had nagged that she was always studying, never had time to watch him practice Quidditch; that she had more on her agenda than snogging with him in the Gryffindor common room every night. ‘Idiot,’ thought Draco to himself.

And then there was his father. Hermione was one of the few who seemed to realize that although he had his father’s face, they were, in reality, two different people. Draco almost snorted out loud at that thought. Yeah, go figure, he was smart enough to make Head Boy at Hogwarts, perhaps he was capable of independent thought. Draco had never crossed the line to treat her as anything other than a friend. Patience was a virtue, something he had never placed much value in.

The more Draco thought about it, the more he’d be damned if he was going to let Blaise have her to himself now. But he could wait, and see where this was going. Blaise Zabini was not known for his loyalty to others, except to Draco himself. Draco would have thought that Blaise would have known better than to flirt with Lysette Flint right at the Slytherin table if he intended to get into Hermione’s knickers tonight.
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The Family Jewels