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Chapter 27

Draco had watched Hermione and her parents as they trekked from table to table
laughing with each group. He noticed the easy handshakes and light hugs given
to his fellow students and wondered with a swallow what would happen when her
family reached their table. He wasn�t sure how much her parents knew about the
war, their previous years together, or his family�s part in it all, but he was
fairly sure if Hermione had ever spoken of him, it wouldn�t have been good. He
got lost in his thoughts of ways to escape the introductions and before he knew
it they were in front of him. He stood when his friends did and prepared
himself for whatever was about to happen.

�Um, these are my parents, Jean and Herb Granger. Mom, Dad, this is Pansy.�

�Nice to meet you, Mr. and Mrs. Granger,� she answered softly, her cheeks red
and her breathing shallow.

�And, what house are you in, Pansy?� Hermione�s mother asked with a smile.

�Um, Slytherin, Ma�am,� Pansy whispered, as if ashamed to admit it. Then her
shoulders fell a bit as she rambled, �We all are. Well, except for Parvati, but
I�m sure you already know that.�

Her father actually stepped back a bit from them when he asked his daughter,
�Isn�t that the house that��

Hermione talked hurriedly over him, �And, this is Greg, Theo, you know Parvati,
Millie, and uh Malf�um, I mean, Draco.�

The Grangers had nodded stiffly to each as they were introduced. But, when she
said Draco�s name, both of their forced smiles fell and their backs stiffened
even more. In the hostile short silence, Draco cleared his throat and lifted
his chin.

But, his voice was low and sincere when he said,
�It�s a pleasure to meet you. �You�ve raised quite a young witch, uh, woman.�

Her mother�s eyes widened and her mouth fell open in confusion as she looked at
him, but her intense dislike was clear. Draco noticed with an inner grin that
she looked a lot like her daughter and even had the same smattering of freckles
across her nose. Heck, she even looked at him the same way. Although, Hermione
had stopped looking at him like that a while ago, he reminded himself. Her
father, while not as similar to his daughter in
appearance, had her personality and looked down his nose at Draco. And, he
wondered once again how much they actually had heard about him. He stopped
himself from stepping back from the bigger man�s anger and kept his face impassive.

Herb Granger looked down at his daughter and demanded, �Am I correct in
assuming that Malf is short for Malfoy?�

Hermione�s father was a large man, his eyes level with Draco�s, but his build
more reminiscent of Greg�s, and he looked quite formidable in his anger. Draco
saw Hermione flinch at her father�s tone as she gave a short nod and he braced
himself.

Her father�s mouth opened to let loose the string of things he�d always planned
to say to the young jerk that had made his daughter�s school days a misery, if
he ever had the chance. But, before he got out the first word, Hermione jumped
in again.

She pulled on his arm, �Uh, Dad, why don�t we go get a drink?�

He wouldn�t budge as he stared the younger man down, �Not until I say a few
things to this��

�Herbert!� her mother interrupted quietly. �Let�s go.�

He looked ready to argue and Draco wondered briefly if her father was about to
start swinging. Finally, with a grunt and one last look of intense dislike at
Draco, he allowed his wife to pull him away. As everyone around them relaxed
back into quiet, nervous conversation, Hermione hovered between leaving and
staying as she looked at the retreating backs of her parents. Finally, she
turned to look up at Draco.

He kept his face blank and waited for her to speak. When she did, his tense jaw
slackened in shock.

�I�I�m sorry about that, Malf�Dra�um�they
only know about you from what they�ve heard from, well from people, or stuff
they read in The Prophet. And, of course, they know what happened during the war at
your�the Manor last year. And, they�well�um�I�m sorry. I haven�t had a chance
to really talk to them about things this year, so I�I�ll�I�ll talk to them.�

Before he could respond, she was gone. He stared after her in awe for a moment
longer before he quickly excused himself from his friends, and the stares he
was receiving, and went towards the house. He didn�t stop until he reached the
front steps. Closing his eyes he took several calming breaths and wondered for
the millionth time how he�d let Pansy talk him into coming for the day. He
thought back to the conversation from a few days ago in the Slytherin common
room, as he stared unseeing at the fields in front of him.

�But, you have to come,� she whined.
�It�s her birthday!�

�Exactly, Pans,� he sighed. �She wouldn�t want me there marring her day.�

Pansy got up and put her hands on her hips, �How many times do I have to tell
you? She doesn�t hate you any more, Draco. I promise. She actually lik�uh, she�look, you have to come!�

Draco shook his head, �Give me one good reason?�

�Well, she�I�well, I�ll be there, too, and Theo and Greg. Even Millie�s going.
It�ll be fun. And, we get to get out of here for a while. And, just think of
all the new things we�ll get to see and do. Come on Draco, please say you�ll
go.�

As much as he wanted to go, to spend time with Hermione and get to know her a
little more, as well as to do some of things the group had planned, he couldn�t
suppress a shudder at another thought, �The Burrow? Weasleyland,
Pans? Yeah, I�m sure they just can�t wait to have a Malfoy share cake with
them.�

�Ginny said she�d take care of her family. They won�t bother you,� she
answered.

When he didn�t answer right away she sat back down next to him came to a
decision. In barely a whisper, she confessed, �Hermione would want you there.�

His snort was her answer, even as his eyes flew to hers in question. �Yeah, right. She barely stands my presence most days. She
doesn�t even talk to me unless it�s about class.�

�Just trust me, okay? And, say you�ll come with us,� Pansy persisted.

He thought about it for a long moment before he finally relented, �Fine, I�ll
come. Happy?�

When she smiled and nodded he continued, �Just remember this when you�re
carefully planned day falls apart.�

Now, as he stood on the front porch of a home he had never thought to set foot
in, he realized he�d never even considered her parents in the mix of things
that could have gone wrong. He�d planned for the eventuality of the Weasleys� hatred. He�d prepared himself to be strong and
silent and accept whatever rudeness they�d heap on him, but he hadn�t thought
about how he�d feel when faced with the parents of the brave witch he�d come to
not only admire, but like more than he could say.

When he saw the look on her father�s face at the mention of his name he�d been
reminded of her face each time she�d looked at him prior to the war. Her
father�s held the same mix of dislike, pain, disappointment and anger. Draco
had immediately wanted to apologize for every wrong he�d done her, but found
his tongue tied. A part of him almost wished the man had hit him, knocked him
out cold, so he wouldn�t have to face their contempt any longer.

But, then she�d apologized to him for them and their actions. She�d tried to
make him feel better. �I�ll talk to them,� she�d said. What would she say? It
was all true, wasn�t it? They had good reason to hate the very ground he stood
on, as he�d been not only her mental tormentor for most of their years, but
also one of the family members responsible for many of her physical sufferings
throughout the years. The more he�d read about her each night, the more he
realized how much he had missed in his prejudice and misplaced hatred. She was
a strong girl who had taken far more than her fair share of bumps, bruises and
near-death experiences as a child. And, she�d grown into an amazing young woman
who had faced death more than once but still somehow maintained her spirit and
hope. She was awe inspiring. She was a true friend to those she loved and
trusted and a good acquaintance to everyone else.

A small smiled played around his lips as he realized he wanted very much to
earn that friendship from her, have that trust, that lo�no, none of that yet.
He needed to start slow. He needed a plan. He needed to figure out how to go
about getting her to see him less as �Malfoy� and more as �Draco.� He very badly
wanted to hear her say his name without stuttering.

�Draco?� a quiet voice interrupted his musings.

His head snapped around to see Ginny Weasley leaning against the door of her
home, looking at him pensively. Since the beginning of the year, she had
watched him, but said little. As he�d watched her befriend Pansy, Theo, Greg,
and even Millicent, he also noticed that she�d stayed away from him, except to stare
at him every once in a while. He often wondered what the normally fiery young
woman thought of him as she looked at him like an extremely confusing puzzle
piece, but hadn�t dared ask.

He straightened and crossed his arms across his chest, �Yes?�

She looked as if she had something to say, but stopped herself. Then she pushed
away from the door, �Mom�s ready to serve the cake. You should come on out
back.�

�Actually, I was thinking I should go back,� he muttered and looked back out
over the field. Then, more to himself than her, he
sighed, �I don�t belong here.�

She seemed to struggle for the right thing to say and then leaned back against
the doorjamb again. �Well, you�re here now, so you might as well have cake.�

Again, he spoke more to himself, �She doesn�t deserve to have me ruin this
birthday, too.�

This time Ginny stepped away from the door to look up into his face for a long
moment, �Hermione wants you here. And, I think, you want to be here�with her.
So, stop the self-pity party, and come rejoin the real one.�

When he just looked at her, she added, �Besides, if Pansy�s right, then you
need to start somewhere with her parents, don�t you? To get what you want in
the end you might as well start now.�

With that she turned and left him standing with his
mouth gaped open. Finally, he decided she was right, and straightened his spine
and went back to the party. When he came around the side of the house, his eyes
immediately found Hermione�s across the lawn. He tensed for a moment, but then
relaxed when he watched a small smile bloom on her blushing face before she
looked away. Maybe she DID want him
there. Just as a matching smile began to form on his face, he looked over
her shoulder into the face of her father. The older man grimaced and looked
away, and Draco knew she had done what she�d promised. She had defended him
being there to her parents. That knowledge lightened his feet as he forced them
across the lawn to the table with his friends.

Just as he sat, Molly Weasley called out from the house and the back door
opened for them all to see a high stack of huge books, sitting precariously on
one shelf, floating out at them. Mrs. Weasley followed behind, her wand keeping
the pile afloat. When she�d navigated the steps and began the short trek to Hermione�s
table, candles burst out on top of the pile and they finally understood it was
the cake. Gasps of shock filled the air, applause broke out, and mouths watered
as they stared at her creation. Mrs. Weasley smiled and preened at their
appreciation and then beckoned everyone close to sing to the birthday girl. The
students quickly crowded around eager for a piece of the cake to finish off
their light lunch.

Draco�s eyes went from the cake to Hermione�s face and he laughed at the look
of shock and hunger on it. He wondered if it was for the cake or the general
idea of the large books. He didn�t get to ponder it too long though, as he was
bumped from behind by his friends as they hurried forward to get a piece of
what had proved to be an eight layer cake, with alternating chocolate, vanilla,
and strawberry layers. After Mr. Weasley floated out large crocks of ice cream
everyone settled in to enjoy the treats.

A short while later, Molly made her way around the tables, as she gathered
empty plates, utensils, and cups. She graciously accepted praise on her cake
and thanked everyone as she went. Only when she approached the table of mostly
Slytherin students did her smile falter and her shoulders stiffen defensively.

They all sat still as she bustled around the table quickly. None of them raised
their heads to acknowledge her, each looking more uncomfortable than the last.
Draco finally cleared his throat twice before he broke the awkward silence that
engulfed their table. �That was delicious Mrs. Weasley. Thank you.�

His voice penetrated her conscious before his words did and she dropped the
huge pile she had gathered as her wand slid into her hand from her sleeve.
Thankfully, she quickly understood what he�d said and her hand stayed by her
side as she stopped all movement and stared at him in shock.

Pansy stood slowly and her voice shook as she whispered, �It was amazing. I, er, had two pieces.�

When Molly turned her head to stare at her, Pansy sat down with a plunk and
lowered her head. Theo shook his head slightly and said with forced gaiety,
�Simply perfect, Mrs. Weasley. Um, can we help you with those?�

�What? Huh?� Molly asked in obvious confusion. When she saw where Theo pointed,
and glanced around to see everyone watching them, she reddened and flicked her
wand at the messy pile.

�No! I mean, no thank you, that won�t be necessary. And, uh, thank you for the
compliments. I am glad you liked the cake.� She backed away as if afraid to
take her eyes off of them, and her eyes darted from one face to the next.

Draco looked around and saw Hermione�s parents watching the scene with their
heads close together as they whispered back and forth. He remembered Ginny�s
earlier words and decided she was right. Maybe he could show Hermione�s parents
that he wasn�t the same bloke they�d heard about. At least
not anymore.

Molly gasped and spun in a quick circle when the pile was magically pulled from
her, but stayed afloat. She froze when her eyes landed on Draco and his wand.

�Malf�� she began.

He smiled a little, though it pained him to do so, and cut her off, �It�s the
least we can do, help you clean up, I mean. You did invite everyone and do all
the cooking and stuff. You haven�t even had any of your own cake. Pansy, can
you get the door? This pile is a bit on the heavy side.�

Before Pansy could move, Hermione�s voice rang out from a table over as she got
up and hurried towards him, �I�ll get it.�

He turned his head to look down at her and found that her smile could have lit
the entire Hogwarts castle.

�Thank you.�

The rest of the party guests seemed frozen for a long moment, until Millicent�s
gruff voice broke the tension. �Well, come on then. We�ll be late for the next
thing if we don�t get this mess cleaned up.�

As one the guest began talking again as they moved around and collected the
rest of the things from the tables. Most did it by hand so as to have an excuse
to talk about what had happened. In only a few minutes the entire backyard had
been cleaned and the tables and chairs stacked neatly against the back of the
house.

Molly Weasley still stood in the same spot she had been in when the activity
had begun. She jumped a little when Jean Granger�s hand fell on her arm.

�Interesting,� she said softly. �He was actually very polite.�

Molly nodded and relaxed a bit, �Ginny told us he�s changed quite a bit after
all their doings and sufferings, and that we should�but, I can�t forget he�s a
Malfoy. And, they�I�m sorry, I shouldn�t be going on
like this. It�s our girl�s birthday.�

�Well, Hermione sure gave her father and me an earful for our reaction to
seeing him here. Makes me wonder�I mean, what�s he doing here? And, why does my
little girl seem okay with it? Heck, more than okay with it? After all that
family has done to her, to all of them��

�I shudder to think,� Molly sighed. �You don�t think they�re,
I mean, they can�t be, you know, friendly, can they?�

Jean looked at Molly for a long while, as several emotions moved across her
expressive face. In many ways Molly had helped raise Hermione as much as any
family member could�ve. For the past eight years, whenever Jean had had
questions, concerns, or fears, it had been Molly who�d helped her through them.
Every time her daughter had been hurt or in danger, it was Molly who�d kept
them up to date and allayed their fears. It had taken Hermione until her fourth
year to realize that hiding things from her and Herb wasn�t working. She�d
finally come around to talking to them, at least in her letters, about the
truth of what was going on in her young life.

Then, when they�d returned to London, memories restored by their sobbing,
apologetic daughter, it had been the Weasleys to whom
they turned for support. Jean knew that no sister could have been closer to her
than Molly was and she knew no other mother could love someone else�s daughter
more. It had long been a hope between them that Ron and Hermione would finally
settle together, and for a while it had looked like they would get their wish.
When things fell apart for the two of them, Molly and Jean had turned to one
another in their sadness.

Now, faced with this newest obstacle, she wondered what worried Molly most;
that Draco Malfoy had indeed changed and they might have to swallow their
hatred of him for Hermione�s sake. Or, that he hadn�t and they would have to
watch Hermione�s tender heart get crushed by the sneaky Slytherin young man.

Finally, she shook her head, �I have no idea. I mean, Hermione�s always had a
good head on her shoulders, but she forgives too easily sometimes. She tends to
look for the good in people. You said Ginny thinks he�s changed; Hermione said
the same to us. Maybe, he has and they�ve�I don�t know. This is a lot to
process in only an hour.�

Molly nodded and sighed, �Well, at least for the today we can keep an eye on
them and see what�s going on with them.�

Jean nodded in agreement and the two women parted to gather the group for the
next surprise.

xxxxx

�But, Draco, this muggle day was you�re idea!� Theo
said in surprise when his blonde friend balked at leaving the Leaky Cauldron a
while later.

The entire group had apparated to the pub, the Grangers in tow, and were
preparing to head into muggle London. Hermione�s shocked laugh when they all
pulled out jeans, shorts and shirts from their bags had relaxed the last of the
tension from the group. Most had never been outside of the magical world,
though they�d all read about it or seen it on television. The excitement to see
the muggle world, and be challenged to be wandless
and not use magic for the remainder of the day, had most of them giddy with laughter and challenge.

The only one filled with trepidation was Draco, as he�d just realized he would
be without the use of magic and in a world he�d only read about. He would have
to rely on his limited knowledge, and the help of others to get him through the
rest of the day. The thought of having to lean on people who barely tolerated
his existence made his stomach roll.

He looked around the chattering group and saw Hermione smiling widely at
everyone as her parents tried to get her attention. Shoving his hands in his
pockets he sighed, �What if we do something really stupid, Theo?� Then he
lowered his voice, �What if I, um, I mean, oh hell, what if I embarrass her?�

Theo smiled, �We won�t. You won�t. We�ve planned everything out. And, everyone
knows what to do and not to do. No worries, mate.�

�But�� Draco began.

�And, if you don�t know what to do,� Theo said as he interrupted with a sly
grin, �you can always ask Hermione for help. I�m sure she won�t mind.�

Automatically, Draco�s eyes sought her, and then he turned back to his smirking
friend. But, before he could respond The Grangers opened the front door and
shouted out that the coast was clear. Without another word he was left standing
alone as everyone began to file out of the dark pub. As he watched the last few
people go through the door, Draco examined his options. He could simply stay
and then go back to school. He was pretty sure few would miss him, and then he
wouldn�t risk embarrassing himself or angering her family any more then he
already had. But, if he didn�t go, would she notice? Would that make him look
more like a coward than everyone already knew him to be? Would she think he�

�We�ve got the taxis out front. Are you coming?� a soft voice interrupted his
thoughts.

Draco�s head shot up and he looked into Hermione�s eyes in an older face. He
searched her face desperately for some sign of what he should do. From the way
she looked at him, he felt like Jean Granger could read his mind, and he
wondered what she was thinking and seeing. When he just stood there unsure of
what to say or do, she tilted her head a bit and seemed to come to a decision.
With a small nod to herself, she lifted her hand toward him and beckoned him
forward with a tiny knowing smile on her face. Then, Draco saw the thing that
made his decision for him; the same colors shone in her hair that he often
noticed in Hermione�s and he was drawn to them. Without him giving them
permission, his feet carried him across the floor to her; his thanks shining in
his eyes, his bag clutched tightly in his fist.

xxxxx

Herb Granger leaned against his taxi and watched
the bustle of activity around him as the students and Weasley family members
crammed bags into the boots of the long line of cars. He, his wife, Molly and
Arthur Weasley were sharing one car and the three were waiting for all of the
students to get into cars and then for Jean to join them. Herb smiled as Molly
surreptitiously shot a shrinking charm at the bags of the car in front of them
and the startled driver was suddenly able to shut the boot. All four students
glanced nervously around to see who had done it, but quickly shrugged it off
and clambered into the car.

�Almost ready,� Arthur said to no one in particular, as he scanned the group
for any signs of trouble. Then he sniffed and shook his head slightly, �At
least that Nott bloke seems decent enough.�

Herb turned toward the car two behind them and saw the slender man assist his
girlfriend into the car before getting in himself. When the much larger, dark
haired Slytherin young man got in the front seat, Herb knew who they were
saving a seat for and turned back to the doors of the pub. When he saw the
blonde step out of the pub in front of Jean he felt his shoulders bunch and his
fists clench.

Herb�s eyes narrowed as the young man blinked at the bright sunlight while his
eyes adjusted from the darkness of the pub. While Draco just stood there for a
moment and looked around at everyone, Herb noticed the indecision in his eyes
and the wariness in his stance. He watched Jean step up and point Draco in the
direction of the car with his friends and saw Draco nod his thanks. Jean turned
away to help the students in a car ahead and Draco straightened his shoulders,
cleared his face and started the walk to the end of the line of cars.

It wasn�t until Draco drew nearer to Herb and the Weasleys
that his steps slowed. Herb saw that Draco struggled to not look their way as
he past them, and he watched the young man�s steps pick up in pace after he�d
passed their car. As he stared at the back of the person whose name represented
to him all things evil, but whom in person seemed nothing more than a lost,
nervous, young man, he once again heard Hermione�s words from earlier.

Her face was red as she whispered fiercely,
�But, Daddy, it happened to me! If I can get past it enough to give him a
chance, why can�t you?! This year we�ve��

�Because he hurt you. He and his evil, criminal
lowlife scum of a family hurt MY DAUGHTER!� Herb hissed back. �How can you even
think of��

�Everything�s different this year. We�ve all been hurt. We�ve all changed, and
he�s��

�A leopard doesn�t change his spots, Hermione!�

�Herb, let her talk,� Jean said as she placed a hand on her husband�s arm.

�Fine! Tell me why I should have to spend the day
biting my tongue around that little shit!�

Hermione looked near tears, but he wouldn�t let them get to him. His child had
been hurt repeatedly by the boy she was for unknown reasons defending and he
didn�t like it.

�Well, he�I�that is the whole school is trying to come together. We are trying
to get over the things that happened. Remember, I wrote you about each of us
having counselors. Everyone�s changed. Even Dra�Malf�him. And, he�s
trying Daddy. He�s not the same this year. He lost a lot because of the things
he and his family did. And, he�s�I don�t know how to explain it, but�just
please Daddy, for me, just for today, leave him be.�

�Hermione?� Jean said slowly. �Is there, uh, something
else you want to tell us?�

Herb saw his daughter�s face redden further even as she shook her head in
denial and he finally understood, �I forbid it!�

Both women jumped at the force in his voice and Hermione gasped, �Forbid what?�

�You will not show interest in that foul, loathsome, evil, little git!�

His outburst, so like hers years earlier, made Hermione smile at him for a bit
before she seemed to remember herself and flushed, �Uh, no. Daddy, I don�t�I
mean, we aren�t�well, I��

Jean stepped closer to Hermione and interrupted, �Honey, we�ll talk about it later.
Neither Daddy nor I will say anything to him��

�Speak for yourself!� Herb huffed.

But, Jean continued over him, ��if that is what you want. But, we will discuss
this further later.�

Hermione nodded in agreement and hugged them both. When she�d walked away he
had turned to his wife incredulously, �Do you honestly think I am going to
stand by and��

Her hands on her hips she turned to him, �Yes, you will! Our daughter asked you
to do her a favor on her birthday, and you are going to do it!�

�But, Jean�� he began to whine.

�No, buts! We�ll watch and see. We will try to see
what she seems to see in him. Because, as much as you might
not like hearing it, and she won�t admit yet, Hermione has a crush on him.�

�She does not! She wouldn�t�not after all he�No!�

Jean sighed as she stepped forward to comfort her husband, �They seem to have
all the same friends. Even Harry, Ron and Ginny aren�t objecting to him being
here. He�s skinny, but cute, has suffered a lot this past year, and seems to
have reformed. Think about it. You know our daughter. What would draw her in
more?�

Herb�s eyes refocused when Jean said his name and he realized he�d been staring
off into space. Shaking himself he climbed into the taxi and wondered what else
the day would hold.

xxxxx

Author�s Responses: Once again, my
thanks to each and every one of you who have read and/or reviewed this story!
And, a triple thanks to those who have marked it or me as a favorite! Hugs and
flowers to each oh you! I will tell you there are 3 more �main events� for her
day. Any guesses as to what I came up with? Lol I�m sure you all have some
great ideas I could have used. :-)

sinbad: Thank you for
reading and reviewing. I must admit, I had no real plan to not include smut
until the end, but that�s the way it came out. lol It
became a more �real� story as I let it just flow. I am glad you are enjoying
it. Thank you, again!

kazfeist: Glad you like it,
hon! Yep, there�s more to come. ;-)

Dreamweaver: Merlin (yes, I am
so bad that I use it in every day sentences�sigh I love your reviews! It�s like
getting to see each chapter through another�s eyes and your perspective gives
me such great insight! Thank you. The more I wrote Theo the more I loved him. lol No, they will not be staying overnight; like McGonagall
would approve that. Not! I can�t wait for your reaction to why they have the
bags. ha ha ha Molly and her feelings on all things from the Dark side
has never been a question, and her ability to jump to conclusions and exclude
people was shown to poor Hermione back during the TriWizrd
Tournament. Luckily, she does eventually come around. Sorry, I had to stop the
last chapter where I did, but when I had that one and this one together, it was
just ridiculously long. I was a slow learner, too. I think honestly, most of us
were. It was just the ones that weren�t were made a
bigger deal of in school. ;-) Last, I would love your help. I can�t tell you
too much yet, as it might mess up this story for you, but your knowledge of the
area would be most helpful. I am on email and Facebook,
so whichever works best for you. And, to save us both stress,
why don�t you personal message me on ffnet? The story
is in the T listings, although I will have to move it up to M soon. Thank you!
Hugs, candy and flowers to you!

Mrs.DracoMalfoy: Thank you, hon! I know there�s not a lot of Dramione
action yet, but this is the way the story came together.� I am glad you are enjoying her birthday so
far, though. And, no, you won�t have to wait until the end for them to get
together. lol

Losername: Thank you. Isn�t
young love just a beautiful thing?

bLondpierogi: I love getting a
�bloody brilliant� for a chapter! Thank you!!

margaritama: You made me laugh
out loud! �So how clammy do you think Draco's palms were when he held
Hermione's hands?� ha ha ha
I am betting VERY and cold, too! I am so glad you get the �dirst
blush of love� thing I am trying to convey. I have been out of school a while,
but I remember the first few weeks of �will they or won�t they� and the
confusion that went with it. Thank you. Molly is going to tick you off even
more, until she comes to her senses. Sorry. The Weasleys
and the Malfoys do have a long history of intense dislike, remember. As an
adult, I can assure you, we are SO not above childish behavior. lol Thank you for your take on Draco being pretty canon. I
was trying to keep them all mostly that way. :) Yes, when he comes out of his
self-imposed shell, he will rock her little world! Thank you!
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