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Ginny tried to pump Hermione for details about Draco every time she saw her. All
Hermione would tell her was that she and Draco had indeed done it, but she wouldn�t
give out the details. The one time that Harry was present for one of these conversations, he,
unlike Ginny, was very grateful for Hermione�s discretion.

On Monday morning, Hermione had Advanced Potions with Draco. He snuck up behind her and
slipped his arms around her waist as she was about to enter the room.

�Hello beautiful,� he breathed in her ear.

She spun around and beamed at him. A thrill of excitement ran down her spine. �Hi there you,�
she replied with a flirty smile. He leaned in and kissed her softly.

�What the hell Malfoy?� barked Goyle as he walked by hand-in-hand with Pansy, who was
staring hatefully at Hermione.

Pansy snarled, �I did not just see you kissing that Mudblood.�

�Ten points from Slytherin,� Draco said calmly.

�What?!� Pansy and Goyle exclaimed. �You�re taking points off your own house because I
insulted your fuck?� Pansy snapped. �You can�t do that.�

Draco whipped out his wand and pointed it at her. �Watch your tone, Pansy. Hermione happens
to be my girlfriend, not some cheap tart. But more importantly, she is the Head Girl and you will
treat her with respect or risk house points.�

Pansy was about to retaliate when Prof. Snape cleared his throat from the classroom doorway.
They all spun around to face him. Draco lowered his wand and took hold of Hermione�s hand.
Hermione blushed.

�Did you just deduct ten points from Slytherin, Mr. Malfoy?� He raised an eyebrow.

�Yeah, all because I insulted his girlfriend,� Pansy answered, rolling her eyes and curling
her lip at Draco and Hermione. �Tell him he can�t do that, Professor,� she whined.

Snape eyed Hermione and Draco�s entwined hands, then turned back to Pansy. �Miss Granger
and Mr. Malfoy�s personal lives are not my business, nor yours,� he sneered. �Their
positions as Head Girl and Boy are the only matter that you need concern yourself with.

Frankly, as a seventh year student, I would have expected a higher level of maturity from you,
Miss Parkinson.� Snape pursed his lips and shook his head very disapprovingly. �Be on your
way and do try not to lose anymore house points,� he drawled sarcastically.

Pansy threw her hands in the air, squawked angrily and stormed off with Goyle at her heels.

�Mr. Malfoy, please get the class started on the assigned project; I need to have a quick word
with Miss Granger.� Snape nodded.

Draco squeezed Hermione�s hand and looked at Snape questioningly.

�Now, Mr. Malfoy.�

�Yes sir.�

Snape shut the door behind Draco and glanced up and down the corridor to make sure he and
Hermione were alone.

�Professor?�

�Yes, I simply wanted to be sure that there were no students lingering around, Miss Granger.�

�Is something wrong, Professor?�

�Not at all,� he assured her. �About last week,� he began.

Hermione fought her grin, but couldn�t stop her cheeks from turning pink.

�I see you know what I am referring to.�

�Professor, this is really none of my business.�

�No, it is not. However, knowing that you are very close with,� he looked around again, then
lowered his voice, �Prof. Lupin, I was hoping that I could beseech you to have a word with him.�

�Excuse me?� she wasn�t following.

�Regarding your feelings on the situation,� he tried to explain. �You seem to have no qualms
about the fact that ours is not your typical relationship, if you follow me.�

Hermione was trying so hard to keep a straight face. �No, Professor, I hold no prejudices
regarding those types of relationships. If it�s not too bold of me, sir, I would like to say that I am
quite pleased. It�s a smart match.� She winked.

Snape actually smiled...not a smirk or a polite grin, but an honest-to-goodness smile. Hermione
was amazed at how the smile changed his entire face; it took years off!

�Thank you, Miss Granger.�

�Professor, I�m still not sure what you�re asking of me.�

�Hermione, may I speak freely with you?� He dropped his usual stern and proper professorial
tone. The new tone and the use of her first name completely shocked her.

Hermione widened her eyes and nodded. Snape motioned for her to follow him into the Potions
storeroom, next to his classroom.

Once inside he shut the door. �The comment that you made last week in the Great Hall has
Remus tied in knots.�

�What? I didn�t mean any harm. I was merely making a joke. I mean when I saw his boot
sticking out from under...�

Snape held up his hand and shook his head, letting her know anything further would be
inappropriate.

�Yes, yes, I imagine you were quite shocked. Well, Remus is beside himself with concern that
this is going to come between the two of you. I assured him that you were more mature than that
and clearly you were simply poking fun, but you know how paranoid the man can be.� Snape
rolled his eyes.

Hermione giggled. �Yes, he worries far too much about what other people think. I will make it
a point to visit with him and let him know that, as always, he has my full support.�

�You�ve grown into a remarkable young woman, Miss Granger.�

Hermione�s breath caught in her throat. Bringing her hand to her throat, she swallowed hard and
managed to say, �Thank you, Professor, that means a lot to me.� She composed herself, then
grinned and added, �You know, Professor, perhaps you and I will start a new trend.�

Severus tilted his head and shrugged.

�Gryffindors and Slytherins dating,� she explained.

Prof. Snape chuckled. �Yes, that would be something. By the way, you�ve made yourself quite a
smart match as well.�

Hermione beamed and returned to the classroom with her professor.

Draco wanted to hang out that afternoon, but Hermione had a paper due for History of Magic.
She asked if he was free Tuesday evening, but he had to work on his project for Divination.
Hermione spared him her opinions on that subject.

Hermione took this time to visit with Remus. She assured him that she was thrilled for him and
Snape. Remus implored her to call him Severus. Hermione just made a face and said,
�Someday, perhaps.�

Remus was more than thrilled about her and Draco getting together. �He�s fancied you all year,
you know.�

Hermione blushed. Harry and Ron stopped by Remus� room and pestered Hermione a bit about
Draco, but even Ron admitted that he wasn�t as bad as he used to be.

�If you would have snogged him before this year, I think I would�ve AK�d him,� Ron said
seriously.

Remus chimed in with his Draco support speech.

Hermione and Draco finally caught up for a few minutes after their Head meeting on
Wednesday. They had just enough time to duck into an empty classroom and snog for awhile.
Draco expressed how much he missed her and how he couldn�t wait for them to get some time
together again. Hermione agreed. She thought about him all the time.

On Thursday and Friday, Draco had to go to the Magpies stadium to meet with the new trainer
whom Ian Frazier had hired especially to assist Draco. Because of this, he had to spend all of
Saturday making up the classes and assignments that he missed.

Hermione was awoken on Sunday morning by a now familiar tawny owl tapping at her bedroom
window. She squealed, hopped out of bed and dashed to let the messenger in.

To her delight, it was another Muggle card picturing a tea setting. On the tea pot was written:

YOU�RE INVITED!

She flipped it open excitedly to read the details.

Date: May seventeenth

Time: Noon

Place: Head Boy�s rooms. Sixth floor, west corridor, behind the large magnolia tree
painting. For the password, tap the tea pot on the cover of this card and say the phrase that
Dumbledore used in Wednesday�s Head meeting that caused you to smile that absolutely
adorable smile.

Hermione grinned and giggled to herself.

Reason: Tea and Me

She laughed again, then retrieved her wand from her bedside table, tapped the picture of the tea
pot and said, �Inter-house cooperation.� The words �You�re Invited� changed to
�Nuova vita�. She beamed, tapped the pot again to erase the words and skipped off to the
shower.

�That painting is lovely,� Hermione commented after entering Draco�s room. He had set a
beautiful table; complete with tea, finger sandwiches, biscuits, and a large vase filled with
various spring blossoms. She kissed Draco hello. �I love Magnolias.� She commented again on
the painting which hid the entrance to his rooms. The butterflies were back in her stomach.
Something about being here in Draco�s rooms made her nervous; it seemed so real.

�I don�t think it�s a coincidence that my room is behind a large tree covered with pink blossoms
and yours is behind a tapestry depicting Merlin and King Arthur.� Draco smiled knowingly.

Hermione shrugged, not catching the connection.

�I did my History of Magic end-of-year term paper last year on the historical evidence of
Magical folk influencing and aiding Muggles. I focused on the relationship of Merlin and Arthur.
Dumbledore told me that it was this paper which clinched the decision of the staff to appoint me
Head Boy. He thought is showed �an enormous display of personal growth� on my part.�
Draco shrugged and smiled an uncharacteristically humble grin.

�Well, I agree, but what do you mean it�s not a coincidence?� Hermione still wasn�t following.

�I just wonder if Dumbledore is attempting to lure me to your room and vice versa. You know,
to promote some inter-house cooperation.�

�Hmm,� Hermione wondered, �it wouldn�t surprise me one bit. We should tell him that we�re
together. With the year almost over, I imagine he was starting to have doubts.�

�I don�t believe a Gryffindor is underestimating the powers of Albus Dumbledore,� Draco
teased.

�I wasn�t aware of Professor Dumbledore�s matchmaking powers.� Hermione smirked.

�I was referring to his powers of Divination. �

With a roll of her eyes, Hermione exhaled a laugh, but decided to keep her opinions to herself
again.

�I�m with you on the fact that Trelawney was a bloody fraud, but you can�t possibly tell me that
you don�t believe that Dumbledore has prophetic abilities. Hell, the man will say
�Gesundheit�, ten minutes before you sneeze.

�I won�t say I don�t believe; it�s just that the absence of solid evidence leaves me
somewhat skeptical.�

Draco was the one to roll his eyes now. �Well, perhaps I will be able to provide you with that
solid evidence some day.�

�How�s that?�

He shook his head. �I shouldn�t say.�

Hermione put her hand her hip. �Well, now you have to tell me.�

�You�ll run away.�

She smiled seductively and slipped one arm around Draco�s waist. With the other hand, she
traced his lips with her fingertip, then slid her hand down to cup the front of his pants. �It�s ok,
keep your little secret, but then I�ll have to keep mine too.�

Draco�s eyebrows perked up. �What secret is that?�

�It�s nothing, it�s just a dream I had.� She rubbed her hand around ever so slightly, and felt him
start to harden.

�A...dream?� His breathing quickened.

�Yes, it involved the Head Boy in black leather pants and the Head Girl stripping him out of
them to perform her head duties.�

Draco whimpered and nibbled Hermione�s ear. �Oh Holy Mother of Merlin, tell me more,� he
moaned, now completely hard and thrusting slightly under Hermione�s hand.

Shaking her head, she replied, �Quid pro quo my dear boy.�

Draco breathed into her ear, causing chills all over her body. �You sure you weren�t supposed to
be in Slytherin house?�

She let out a throaty laugh and gave the bulge in his pants a teasing squeeze.

Draco threw his hands in the air. �Ok, ok. Dumbledore told me last month that you and I were
going to get married.�

Hermione jumped back. �He did not say that,� she protested more than she meant to.

�Might I remind you that you made me tell you. And I�d appreciate it if you would wipe
that horrified expression of your face,� his tone was mixed with disappointment and annoyance.

�Draco, I�m not horrified, I just find it hard to believe that Prof. Dumbledore would say such a
thing to a student. He would never be so forthright; the man�s vocabulary is based on one
innuendo after the next, for goodness sake.�

Draco laughed. �Too right, that. He didn�t exactly say we would get married.�

She nodded knowingly.

Draco sighed and continued, �One day, I was watching you as you walked out of the Head
meeting, well perhaps �gazing after� you would be a better term. Dumbledore leaned into me
and said, �I wonder what the running total is for marriages between Hogwarts� Head Boys
and Head Girls.� I just shrugged, thinking it was one of those random, out of the blue
queries the old kook throws out so often. But then he looked at me over the top of his glasses
and said, �I have a feeling another couple will be added to that list.� I looked at him like
he was off his nut, of course he is, you know. Oh, don�t give me that disapproving glare Miss
Granger. I know the man�s a genius and the most powerful Wizard in the world, but you have to
admit he�s bloody barmy!�

Hermione couldn�t argue with that.

�So then he says, �I have learned, Mr. Malfoy, that true happiness is often found in the least
obvious of places�. �

Hermione smiled and kissed Draco on the cheek. �Now, that I agree with.�

�So do I, but I also agree with his prediction.� Draco held Hermione so she couldn�t back away
this time. �One day you will be Mrs. Hermione Malfoy.�

�Is that so?�

�Yes and we will have the most beautiful children with curly white blonde hair. We�ll name our
first son Arthur and our first daughter Magnolia,� he said dreamily.

�Magnolia Malfoy?� Hermione scoffed.

�I think it�s perfect. We can call her Maggie.�

�And Arthur? That will certainly have your father turning over in his grave, thinking of
Arthur Weasley�one of his favorite Wizards.�

�All the more reason then.� Draco smirked.

Hermione rolled her eyes.

�You know for a girl, you really have no sense of romance.� Draco sat down at the table with a
pout on his face.

�I�m as romantic as the next girl, Draco, but it�s way too soon to be talking about
marriage and children.�

�We�re eighteen Hermione. We�ll be out in the world in six weeks. You�ll be back in the
Muggle world and I�ll be all alone�

�Yes, we�re eighteen! Exactly my point, Draco. Besides, I won�t be back in the Muggle
world, well I will until I find a flat, but I�m going to work for the Ministry.�

�Don�t tell me you�re going into Auror training with Potter and Weasley.�

�First of all, their names are Harry and Ron, but no, I�m not.�

�Are you going to tell me what then?�

She sighed.

�Oh, not an Unspeakable?!�

�No, Actually, I�m going to be the Assistant Head of the Department of Magical Accidents and
Catastrophes.�

Draco guffawed. �That�s priceless.�

�What exactly do you find so humorous about that?�

�Nothing, you�ll be perfect. After all, you�ve had plenty of training having Longbottom as a
Potions partner for the first six years of school.� He fell out of his chair laughing.

�Well, not all of us can be Quidditch Superstars,� Hermione huffed and dashed out of Draco�s
room, ignoring his shouted pleas for her to return.

******

After running away from Draco, just as he predicted, the voice in her head pointed out
annoyingly, she went out to sit by the lake.

She was hardly there for fifteen minutes when Draco�s owl arrived.

Dear Hermione,
Hermione chuckled as she shook her head. �Oh Draco, who�d have known you were so funny
and adorable and romantic and needy...� She sighed loudly, then transfigured a small stick into
a pencil, a leaf into a sheet of paper and quickly wrote a reply.

Dear Draco�s anonymous friend,
She gave her note to Draco�s owl, which was still waiting, as per his master�s orders, Hermione
assumed. A very brief moment later, the bird returned.

Dear Hermione,
Hermione gasped and dashed into the castle. She cursed the castle and its anti-apparition charm.
It would take her forever to get to the sixth floor.

�Miss Granger.� She heard her name on the second floor.

�Professor,� she panted, �Draco�owl�St. Mungo�s,� was all she managed to say as she waved
his note in the Headmaster�s face.

�Yes child, perhaps you will step into my office. I will explain everything.� The ancient man
put a comforting hand on Hermione�s back and steered her down the corridor toward the stone
gargoyle which guarded the entrance to the Head office.

******

Prof. Dumbledore explained to Hermione that Narcissa Malfoy had been attempting to release
herself from St. Mungo�s and when the Medi-Wizards tried to restrain her she threw a fit,
demanding that her husband be contacted at once.

She decided to stop by the Gryffindor common room to take her mind off of Draco. She had a
knot in her stomach and a lump in her throat. She wanted to be with him to comfort him.

Ron and Harry were playing chess in the common room since it had started to rain outside. They
noticed that Hermione was not right as soon as they saw her. She explained to them about
Narcissa.

�What else is bothering you, Hermione?� asked Harry.

�Nothing,� she lied.

�Does she realize that we know her better than anyone?� Ron asked Harry in a loud whisper.

�She probably doesn�t realize that her face looks like that,� Harry muttered to Ron.

She snapped, �Oh, sod off you two!� She sat down on the sofa and let out an exasperated sigh.

The boys immediately swooped in on either side of her.

�Trouble in paradise?� Ron smirked. �What did that git do? Get your wand Harry.�

�Bugger off Ron,� said Hermione and Harry together.

�Oh, there�s Orion.� Ron nodded toward the window. Hermione dashed over to let Remus� owl
in.

His note reiterated what Prof. Dumbledore had already told her. Remus also explained what
happened when he and Draco had arrived at St. Mungo�s. Narcissa was bound to the bed with
two large security Wizards guarding her room. She thought that Draco was Lucius and Remus
was someone named Theodore.

Draco, pretending he was Lucius, convinced his mother that she was at a very exclusive spa and
that she needed to stay because there had been threats against the family. He had to promise that
he was going to kill every last one of the �Mudblood loving scum�, but in the meantime,
she should enjoy her stay. He even convinced her that she was bound to the bed as part of a
new-aged meditation method.

Hermione felt a pain in her heart as she read how Draco was both physically and emotionally
exhausted after the ordeal. Remus explained that they were going into town for an early dinner
and a few drinks.

Hermione sent Orion back with a short note expressing her concern and asking Draco to come to
her rooms when he returned to the castle. She waited up until past two in the morning, but he
never showed.

She went up to his rooms before breakfast, but he wasn�t there, nor was Remus in his office. As
neither of them usually had breakfast in the Great Hall, she was surprised to see them there.

Hermione ran over to the Slytherin table and threw herself at Draco. Several people gasped and
began muttering, but she didn�t care who saw or what they had to say.

Draco stood up and embraced her tightly.

�When did you get back? Did you get my owl? I told you to come to my rooms,� she spoke
very quickly.

�I�m sorry. We didn�t get back until very late and I ended up passing out on Remus� couch.�

�Are you all right?�

�I am now.� He kissed her on the cheek. �By the way, I did get your owl...both of them,
actually.� He grinned.

It took Hermione a second to remember about the first owl she sent in reply to his. She chuckled
and told him he was adorable. She heard loud whispering between several Slytherins. Hermione
scowled at them.

She and Draco made plans to spend some time outside after their last class that day. On her way
to her seat she glanced up at the Head table. Remus was utterly beaming at her, Prof.
Dumbledore winked, Prof. McGonagall grinned and even Snape wore what she would consider a
smile...for him anyway.

After Advanced Potions, Hermione�s day seemed to drag by. She was anxious to see Draco
again. She was concerned about how he was handling this business with his mother. He told her
he didn�t want to talk about it when she asked him on the way to Potions and after class when
she approached the subject again.

She met him in the entry hall after her last class and once again threw her arms around him.

�What�s come over you, Granger?� he teased.

�I was really worried about you last night, that�s all.�

�You love me,� he smirked.

�What?!�

Heading out the front door, he sang, �You looooove me, you want to maaarry me,
you want my bayyyybees.�

�You�re a twit,� Hermione teased, playfully swatting him in the back of the head. Draco swatted
her back on the butt.

He still didn�t want to discuss his mother; he didn�t want to talk at all. He only wanted
Hermione to hold him. They sat on the grass under the large oak tree and Hermione wrapped her
arms around him. He rested his head against her chest and sighed deeply.

She stroked his hair and at his request told him all about what her family life was like. If
someone would have told her she would be in this position, having this
conversation, with this boy, even as recently as a few months ago, she would have told
them they were bloody nutters. But, the more time she spent with Draco, the more perfect it
seemed.

�You know, Prof. Dumbledore was right,� she said as they walked out of the Great Hall after
dinner that night.

�What�s that? You�re accepting my proposal?� he joked.

�I meant about finding happiness where you least expect it...and I didn�t know you made one.�

�Well...�

She covered his mouth with her hand. �Hold that thought....for a year or so.� She rolled her
eyes.

�Sorry.� He moped.

�Draco, I�m not leaving you. Just because I don�t want to run off and elope, doesn�t mean I�m
running off either. Besides, once you become a famous Quidditch Superstar, you�ll have girls
queuing up to be with you.�

�And I will tell them all to bugger off. I�ve found the only girl I want.�

�You�re too much. I swear I feel like checking you for Polyjuice.� Hermione laughed.

�All right, I was a complete prick for the past six years. I treated you and your friends and well,
basically everyone like shit. I acted like I was better than everyone. I was wrong. I admit it. I
can admit it now. If it takes the rest of my life, I will make it up to you.�

Hermione shut him up by covering his mouth with hers.

�Does that mean you forgive me?� He asked when she pulled back.

�I forgave you months ago. You�ve matured into a very respectable young man, Draco
Malfoy.�

�Respectable enough to take home to your parents?�

�I can�t believe I�m going to say this, but my parents will love you.�

Draco laughed and wrapped his arms around her. As they came to a stop outside of her rooms on
the fourth floor, he gave a forlorn sigh. �Well love, I have to get going. Funny how I�ve gone
from serving detention to issuing and overseeing them, huh?�

�Yes, ironic, but those little twirps deserve it. What is it about twins? Are they all so bloody
mischievous?�

Draco laughed. �I guess it�s because they have a built in partner in crime. Thank Merlin we
weren�t Heads when the Tweasleys were students.�

�You can say that again.� Hermione rolled her eyes. �Will you come back when you�re
through?�

�I�ll be too late and I�m knackered from last night. How about we have breakfast together?�

�Can�t, I have a meeting at the Ministry. I�m actually starting my internship. I�ll be there every
Tuesday and Wednesday right after the Head meeting. I�ve made arrangements to have my
assignments sent to my room by owl. So, I�ll be quite busy each night making up my work.�

�You�re going to burn out, Hermione.� Draco warned.

She let out a laugh. �This year has been cake. If you only knew what I went through in third
year.� She rolled her eyes.

Draco checked his watch. �Well, I really have to go.�

�Not before you give me those delicious lips one more time.� She took hold of his robe and
pulled him toward her.

�I could kiss you for the rest of my life,� Draco sighed after their kiss.

�You�re doing it again.�

�Sorry.�

�It�s all right; the idea is growing on me. After all, your lips are simply scrumptious. I may not
mind having them to enjoy each day.� She kissed him softly. �Not to mention your tongue.�
She slipped her tongue into his mouth to coax his out.

�Hermione, you�re killing me. I have to go...Beezlebub and Belial have probably hexed the
trophies to spit fire onto each viewer by now.�

Hermione playfully swatted Draco�s arm. �You�re horrible...their names are Benjamin and
Becket and you know it.�

�All I know is that they�re demons...twin demons,� he rolled his eyes, then kissed
Hermione quickly, �and you are an angel. I�ll see you soon.�

Hermione watched Draco until he turned the corner. As unbelievable as it seemed, she thought
she really could be happy with him...forever.

******

Being at the Ministry of Magic was fantastic. Hermione felt so at home. Everyone was
very accommodating and her boss, Amelie Laroque, was simply amazing. At twenty five, she
was the youngest Head of any Department at the Ministry. She had been Head Girl and top of
her class at Beauxbatons. She was highly intelligent and beautiful and Hermione�s new idol.
She showed Hermione around the Ministry and set her up at her new desk. Just as Hermione
was getting settled, Arthur and Percy Weasley came into the office to present her with a gift.

�Ooh, my first name plaque!� Hermione exclaimed, running her hand across the engraved letters
of the wooden plaque.

�A Muggle name plaque,� explained Arthur proudly.

She was pleasantly exhausted by the time she tucked herself into bed that night. She did see
Draco briefly at dinner and he walked her up to her rooms, before heading back down to visit
with Remus. He explained that he wouldn�t be at the Head meeting the next morning; he would
be spending the day in training again.

Her second day at the Ministry was just as exciting as the first. Her co-worker, Giacomo
Valerio, or the Italian Stallion, as Amelie called him, found it utterly unbelievable that
Hermione found searching through stacks and stacks of case files as fascinating as she did. This
was nothing new to her, Harry and Ron never understood her passion for research either.

She met with Percy for lunch that day. He commented on her dating Draco. Hermione assumed
Ron had told his mother and so on. She was prepared for an �Are sure you know what you�re
getting in to? � type of lecture from Percy, but she was pleasantly surprised.

�Hermione, I of all people understand about giving a person the benefit of the doubt. I am
fortunate that my family is as amazingly forgiving as they are. I was a right bastard. I was
misled and couldn�t see the forest for the trees. I believe the same was true for Draco. I hear
from Remus that he�s actually shaping up to be an extraordinary young man. I�m quite happy for
you. Mum was a bit disappointed that you and Ron never got together, but I knew you weren�t
his type,� Percy said with a big wink. Hermione wondered if he was trying to say he knew Ron
was gay. She simply smiled and sipped her tea.

She had a lot of school work to catch up on and was completely knackered so she had dinner
alone in her room that night. She had actually fallen asleep at her desk with her face pressed
down against her Advanced Arithmancy text.

She woke up with just enough time to brush her teeth and dash to class....Advanced
Transfiguration; it wouldn�t work to be late after she had given Prof. McGonagall her word that
she would have no trouble with the added responsibilities. When her professor asked her to stay
after class, she was sure she was going to get a speech about not spreading herself too thin.
Again, she was wrong.

�What?!� exclaimed Harry and Ron in the corridor after Hermione spoke with McGonagall

�Shhh,� she whispered and pulled them into an empty room.

�You�re leaving?� Ron frowned.

�No, no.�

�Weren�t you listening, Ron?� Harry rolled his eyes.

�I can�t take the CoMC exam yet. They�re bringing in some special creatures and they won�t be
here until next month,� Hermione explained.

�But you�re taking all your other NEWTS this weekend? � asked Ron with a surprised
tone.

�Ron it�s only four weeks early. It�s not a big deal and it will free up my time for my internship.
I need to focus on my career. This way, I can go there Monday through Friday and I�ll return
here before dinner time. I can�t wait to go back tomorrow, it�s incredible being there.�

�I think it�s brilliant, Hermione.� Harry beamed and hugged her tightly. �You�ve worked so
hard all these years and I�m so happy for you.�

�Me too,� Ron chimed in and joined in the embrace.

Hermione sighed. Let�s hope everyone feels that way, she thought to herself.

Remus was thrilled for Hermione when she told him her news after DADA later that day. He
tried to assure her that Draco would be thrilled as well. She hadn�t seen Draco all day, he spent
lunchtime making up the classes he had missed the day before, or so Snape had informed her
when he saw her frowning at the empty spot at the Slytherin table where Draco usually sat.

�Remus, I worry that Draco is moving too fast. I think he may be upset about me being away
from the castle everyday. He�s very intense and insecure.� She smiled wryly and laughed.
�That�s something I never thought I�d say about Draco Malfoy.�

�Well, I�m sure you can apply that rule to most things you�ve said or thought about him in the
past year.�

Hermione simply nodded.

�Hermione,� Remus began in a serious tone, �Draco is desperately trying to find his place in the
world. He wants to shed the Malfoy image and become Draco. He tends to be overly
expressive because it�s all so new to him.�

Hermione shrugged.

�Think back to when you first discovered you were a witch. How did you feel when you
learned you could perform actual magic?�

�I thought it was the most incredible thing in the world. I wanted everyone to know how
amazing I felt and I wanted to do magic every chance I had. Of course I wasn�t allowed, so I
read every book on magic that I could get my hands on.�

Remus chuckled.

�I was so afraid that I was going to wake up one morning to discover it was just a dream. I
thought it was too good to be true and that surely the girl whom the other kids called �Bushy
Bucktooth Bookworm� could not possibly be so special.�

�Special indeed.� Remus beamed at her. �Do you see my point, love?�

Hermione smiled, but remained quiet.

�Draco has never had love in his life, Hermione. He�s lived surrounded by evil and darkness for
the past seventeen years. True, he had a luxurious life, he never wanted for a single
material thing that he didn�t get, but possessions cannot wrap their arms around you when you�re
feeling scared or lonely.

Now, he�s found you...this amazing woman who has held her hand out to him in a gesture of
goodwill, even though he treated her badly for such a long time. I believe it was the third Head
meeting when you allowed him the opportunity to present his idea for the Halloween feast that
sent the first arrow to his heart.�

�What? Why?�

Remus smiled. �He saw that you had pages of suggestions in front of you, but you conceded to
his ideas without even presenting your own.�

�Well, I liked his suggestions.� Hermione shrugged.

Remus raised his eyebrows skeptically. �Hermione Granger does not pass up the opportunity to
express her thoughts so easily.�

�All right, I guess I wanted to give him a chance. I was impressed that nowhere in his
suggestions for Halloween activities was �toss dung bombs at Potter and Weasley�. �

Remus laughed loudly.

�No, seriously, I saw a lot of potential in Draco on the first day of term. It was obvious that his
desire to turn his life around was sincere.�

�Yes, well, not all are so accepting, you know. The Slytherins have basically shunned him and
the rest of the students are either still afraid of him or think he�s putting on a show. You gave
him a chance...twice; first, by acknowledging him as your peer and then even more so by
accepting him in a romantic nature. Just as you felt upon learning of your magical abilities, he�s
overwhelmed with joy and excitement. I think he�s afraid that he�s going to wake up and find
that it was just a dream...that he�s back in the Slytherin dorm with the Dark Mark burned into his
forearm.

Hermione sighed and swallowed the lump in her throat.

�He just wants the world to know that he�s not the next Lucius Malfoy. He wants people to
know that someone...not just someone, but Hermione Granger � Head Girl of Hogwarts and
poster girl for all that�s good in the world � accepts him and cares about him and may possibly
even love him someday.�

Hermione threw her arms around Remus and hugged him tightly. �I�m so glad he has you,
Remus.�

�Hermione�� Remus pulled back to look her in the eye. He sighed deeply, not finishing his
thought.

�Don�t worry, Remus, I�m not ever going to hurt him.� She smiled, patted his hand and then
dashed out

She immediately went to her desk and then dashed out of the classroom and up to her room. She
immediately went to her desk and took out one of the blank Thomas Kinkade cards. On the
cover she wrote:

YOU�RE INVITED!

Inside she added the following details:

Date: May 21

Time: A.S.A.P

Place: Fourth floor behind Merlin and Arthur

Reason: Big news

She opened the window and pointed her wand in the direction of the owlery. A moment after
she muttered the spell, a fat white owl approached. She gave the bird the card and then went in
to have a shower.

As she washed her hair, she imagined what life with Draco would be like outside of Hogwarts.
She thought of him visiting her at the Ministry and pictured herself sitting in the stands cheering
for him as he caught the Snitch. �Back away girls, he�s mine� she would tell the
squealing fan girls. He would grab her around the waist and spin her around while still clutching
the Snitch in his hand.

She giggled at the thought.

�What�s so funny?� asked a drawling voice.

�Draco!� she shouted and covered her body with her hands.

�Love, I�ve seen you naked already,� he reminded her smoothly.

She laughed. �I suppose so. When did you get here? I didn�t hear you come in.�
v

�Well, that�s because I�m a sneaky Slytherin,� he replied as he kicked off his shoes and removed
his robe.

�What exactly are you doing, Mr. Malfoy?� she asked with her eyebrows in the air.

�I�m sorry. May I join you, Miss Granger?� he asked in a sultry voice.

Hermione sucked in her breath and bit her lip as he pulled off his tie and began to unbutton his
shirt.

�Please do. I thought you�d never get here. My hair has never been this clean.� She smirked.

He dropped his pants and shorts to the floor and stepped out of them. �Are you sure you weren�t
supposed to be in Slytherin?� He chuckled as he pushed open the shower door and stepped
inside.

�My God, your body is incredible,� Hermione moaned as she ran her wet hands across Draco�s
muscular chest and rippled stomach.

�Did you know the sorting hat wanted to put me in Ravenclaw, but I pleaded with it to make me
a Slytherin...my father would have burned that hat otherwise.�

�Draco.�

�Hmm?�

Hermione shoved her tongue in Draco�s mouth forcefully to shut him up and pressed her breasts
up against him. He grabbed her ass in both hands and moaned into her mouth, grinding his
raging erection against her hip. Wet limbs tangled around each other and the sounds of pleasure
echoed off the tiled walls.

�Please tell me you brought condoms,� Hermione panted as Draco sucked on her neck.

�I brought the whole bloody box this time.�

Hermione squealed, Draco lifted her into his arms and carried her out of the shower,
through the bathroom and into the bedroom. He gently laid her on the bed and summoned his
pants with his hand.

�Very impressive, Mr. Malfoy.�

�I haven�t even begun yet. Hope you didn�t plan on making it to dinner this evening.�

Hermione felt a rush of wetness escape her. �I hope you didn�t plan on leaving my rooms until
the morning,� she replied in a seductive voice.

�I am the luckiest bloke in the world.�

�If you don�t get into this bed right now, Mr. Malfoy, I am going to bind you to it and have my
way with you.�

�Slytherin.� Draco smirked at her.

He started at her toes, kissing and sucking them. Ginny told Hermione that Harry liked to do this
and Hermione always thought it was odd, but...she had since changed her position on that.
Draco�s lips were so incredible and no matter where he had them, they sent pleasure shooting
through her.

He worked his way up her legs, rubbing, kissing, licking, nipping every once in a while. When
he reached the tops of her thighs, he pushed her legs apart and flashed her a sexy smile.

He spread her open with one hand and ran his tongue from her opening to her clit.

�Oh God.�

�You taste so good,� he hummed.

�Again,� she begged.

He smiled and lowered his head, dipping his tongue inside of her as he thumbed her clit.

�Yes, yes.� She covered her breasts with her hands and squeezed them, pushing her hips down
into the mattress to send him a message.

He caught on and ran his tongue back up to her clit. He flicked his tongue against it and then
began to suck her while first two, than three fingers explored her.

She wove her fingers into his hair, pulling a bit. �Oh God Draco...I�m gonna
come...Ohmygodohmygodohmygod!!!!� she shouted as the pleasure exploded out from the core
of her being.

He held her hips down and lapped at her like a hungry animal, then looked up at her with a very
proud smile as she floated down from the high.

�You...are...a Master,� she said breathlessly.

He trailed kisses up her stomach and to her breasts and bit her nipple gently.

�Harder,� she whispered.

He complied and Hermione squealed delightfully. Precome dripped from his eager cock onto her
hip. She reached down, wrapped her hand around him and stroked a few times.

�I want this inside of me. Now!� she practically growled.

Draco shuddered and in a flash ripped open a condom and rolled it on. He crawled on top of her
and slid slowly inside of her. She entwined her legs around his waist, locking her ankles and
pushing him further into her with her heels.

�OH, fuck, Hermione.�

�Yes, that�s right...fuck Hermione,� she demanded with a breathy laugh.

He quickened his pace. She leaned up and captured his nipple in her mouth and bit it hard, then
ran her tongue in long strokes across his hairless chest.

�Harder, Draco.�

�Hermione.�

�Draco, I want you to fuck me. We can make love later.�

�Hermione,� he said again in surprise and stopped moving.

�You�ve wanted me for a while now, no?�

�God yes.�

�I bet the desire has been building up inside of you. I bet you�ve imagined fucking me many
times, no?�

�Hundreds.� He had resumed his movement and was slowly sliding in and out of her again.

�I want you to take me, Draco. Show me that I�m yours, that I belong to you, Draco
Malfoy.�

That was all the encouragement he needed. He leaned over her, one arm wrapped around her
waist, the other on the bed supporting his weight. He thrust into her hard and fast. �You�re
mine, Hermione Granger. You belong to me,� he groaned.

�Oh yeah...that�s it. Say it again.�

�You belong to me. This cunt belongs to my cock and mine alone.�

�I think it likes it in there,� Hermione breathed.

�Fuck....yeah...ohmygod, Hermione...so good...so hot and wet...Godsofuckinggood.� He
rammed into her frantically, over and over; his balls slapping against her.

�Don�t you come yet.�

�It�s so...good.� His passion was so intense.

Hermione watched him slipping in and out. Her heart was pounding. She grabbed hold of his
hips and forced him to move even harder. She imagined that she would be walking funny later,
but oh God, it felt so good.

�Hermione...I can�t...I have to...�

�Give it to me,� she growled.

He shoved into her and held himself there, tossed his head back and shouted as he came long and
hard.

He collapsed down on top of her with an exhausted sigh.

She wrapped her arms around him and rubbed his back. He kissed her shoulder repeatedly.

�Draco,� she said a few minutes later.

�Mmm?�

�It�s my turn.�

Hermione rode Draco for a good half hour, all the while telling him that he belonged to her. She
pretended to be telling off girls at one of his professional matches, which simply drove him
crazy. When she came, she screamed out, �Draco Malfoy is all mine!�

�Forever,� Draco shouted as he came a second later.

Being with him felt so incredible that Hermione didn�t even mind the �forever� this time.

They took a break for dinner, which Hermione conjured from the kitchens. When they finished
the main course, Draco pushed his chair back and opened his robe. He smiled mischievously at
Hermione and spooned a dollop of banana custard on the end of his penis.

�You want some pudding, little girl?� he teased.

Hermione bit her lip and climbed out of her chair. She crawled toward him, slightly nervous; she
had never given anyone a blow job and hoped she wouldn�t disappoint Draco.

Just before she reached him, he smirked. �Should I ask Dumbledore what the running total is for
Head Girls who have given Head Boys head?�

Hermione giggled.

Apparently, she had a �beautiful mouth� and a �bloody talented tongue�. It took
hardly any time at all before she tasted Draco�s salty release shooting into the back of her mouth.
It wasn�t as bad as she had imagined it would be. She swallowed and continued to suck until he
was spent.

A few minutes later, they were back to the bed again. This time, Draco pulled Hermione on to all
fours and approached her from behind. He held onto her breasts, squeezing and pinching them.
The next time, they wound up on the floor, the quilt pulled from the bed. They made love on top
of it, slow and loving with lots of long intimate kisses.

By the time they fell asleep, their bodies entwined together, five condoms littered the bin.
Draco attempted to cast a vanishing charm, but Hermione lowered his wrist, not wanting the
evidence of the most incredible evening of her life to be gone just yet.

******

Waking up with Draco in her bed had her heart doing somersaults. She stared at him for a long
time. He was simply beautiful. When he rolled onto his back and she saw his exposed forearm, a
wonderful idea came to her. She slipped out of bed, grabbed her wand and cast a sleeping spell
over Draco. She rummaged through her desk until she found a black permanent marker. Then,
giggling the entire time, she drew a heart with an arrow through it on Draco�s arm, just in the
spot where the Dark Mark would have been. Inside the heart she wrote:

DM

+

HG

4EVA

She banished the marker and lifted the spell. She awoke Draco with a kiss.

�Sleep well, love?� she asked with a bright smile.

He grinned and moaned, �Mmm...morning beautiful.�

She kissed him again and started to walk off to the toilet.

�Hey, where are you going?�

�To have a shower, I�m going to work today.�

�Have I woke up in the future?� He sat up and scratched his head.

Hermione realized she had completely forgotten to tell him her news. She sat down on the bed
and took hold of his hands. As Remus predicted, Draco was thrilled for her.

�I�m so lucky to have such a powerful business woman as my future wife.� He beamed proudly.

She rolled her eyes and started to walk away again.

�HEY!� he called, �My arm!�

She looked over her shoulder, �Now there�s no room for anything else.� She grinned.

�I love you, Hermione Granger,� he whispered very quietly.

�That�s Hermione Malfoy,� she replied just before shutting the bathroom door.

*****

Of course, Hermione aced her NEWTS that weekend. She spent Sunday afternoon on a blanket
spread out in Hagrid�s garden. Hagrid, Harry, Ginny, Ron, Seamus, Draco and Remus had all
gotten together and planned a surprise picnic celebration for her. It was the greatest day of her
life. It was wonderful to see Ron and Seamus being free in front of the others, well, holding
hands at any rate. They and Harry actually had a twenty minute conversation with Draco about
the Magpies. Draco promised them all season tickets. She was happier than she had ever been.

The following weekend, Gryffindor won the Quidditch cup against Slytherin and Draco only
half-joked that the deal for tickets was off. Then, Ron pointed out that this match was the last
time Draco would ever have to face Harry. He not only reaffirmed the season ticket deal, but
said he would make sure they were choice seats so Harry could actually see Draco catch the
Snitch.

After Hermione�s NEWTS, every Friday an owl would arrive at her desk at lunchtime. Each
contained an invitation, one as Muggle and random as the next. It was the sexually driven
reasons that made her squeal every time.

�Looks like another invite for a weekend of debauchery,� Giacomo would tease her.

She would bite her lip, clutch the card to her chest and sigh happily.

Graduation was unbelievable. Better than she ever imagined it would be. Her parents had come,
of course, and as she predicted, they loved Draco.

�He�s so polite,� Mrs. Granger sang.

�Very promising career ahead of him as well,� said Mr. Granger.

�And what beautiful teeth,� chimed both her parents together.

As usual, Prof. Dumbledore rented out the Three Broomsticks for the graduating class and their
families to join in a celebratory gala.

The next day as Hermione packed her trunk and looked out of the window at the Hogwarts
grounds for the last time, an owl approached.

She tore open the square envelope to find yet another Muggle card. On the cover were two
bathrobes, one red and one green. The sleeve of one was draped over the other. The words

YOU�RE INVITED!
were written at the top.

Inside, the card read:

Date: July first

Time: six o�clock pm

Place: 509 Trenton Way, Flat 3C, Hogsmeade

Reason: Discussing our Nuova vita...dinner and a night of debauchery included.

Hermione bit her lip and squealed. She tied the bow on the graduation gift that she had bought
for Draco in town the day before. She begged Ron and Harry to keep him distracted while she
snuck away to make the special purchase...a pair of black leather pants.

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The Beginning

A/N: Nuova vita = New life.
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