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In the Arms of her Dragon	By : Wolf.Blossom Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 101564 -:- Recommendations : 8 -:- Currently Reading : 50
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In the Arms of Her Dragon
"Why're you crying?" Draco whispered, sitting down beside Hermione in a deserted Great Hall. Looking up at him with puffy eyes, she admitted what happened earlier at the Gryffindor Tower. Without a moment's hesitation, he wrapped an arm around her shoulders and said: "Come on, you're spending the night in the Slytherin dungeon. With me."
.xx.
The entire school froze when they heard McGonagall's voice echo through the corridor. She wasn't using sonorus,as that would've merely amplified her voice. No, she was using a spell that allowed her voice to reverberate throughout all the corridors of Hogwarts.
"Attention, attention students!"
Hermione, who had been sitting in the courtyard bundled up with her girlfriends, glanced up to see everybody searching around themselves, trying to figure out why McGonagall was calling for their attention. Normally any announcements that needed to have been made happened during dinner time.
"Would Mr. Draco Malfoy and Mr. Blaise Zabini please report to my office immediately." Hermione's eyes widened slightly.
Hermione's eyes widened. What?
"I repeat: Draco Malfoy and Blaise Zabini to my office."
And her voice sizzled to a halt. Immediately the murmurs began flooding the corridors; why would McGonagall need to see Draco and Blaise? Blaise wasn't there for the week and Draco was M.I.A. during the weekend… could it be related to that? Were they expelled? Did they have link to the Dark Lord?
Hermione bit her lip and kept quiet. She knew it wasn't any of the concerns the students were expressing, but she couldn't be sure. Draco hadn't divulged into that information and all she could do was hope against hope that he hadn't done anything ridiculous.
"I wonder what that's about." Ginny mused. Luna decided to join the girls during their break; it had been quite some time since she spent time with them. Between juggling her regular seventh year classes as well as the special eighth year classes, Luna hardly had time for herself. Plus she was seen in and out of the hospital wing a lot as of late. When Hermione had asked her Luna merely replied with 'I am visiting a friend.'
Hermione decided not to push.
Kellah snickered. "Who knows? Let's ask Hermione, it is her boyfriend after all."
Hermione's eyes narrowed when she looked at Kellah. "Pardon me? Did you think I was joking?"
The group of girls, Parvati, Padma, Luna, Ginny, Kellah, and Fay, immediately quit their laughter and all looked at Hermione with wide eyes. Up until that point it could've been a joke but the tone in her voice clearly indicated otherwise.
"You were joking… weren't you?"
Hermione bit her lip before squaring her shoulders. "No, Kellah, I was not joking. Draco and I are dating and have been for a fortnight. We started talking just after the war had ended and it was because I sent him an owl thanking him for helping me during the fight inside of his Manor, against Bellatrix."
Ginny squeaked. She didn't knowwhat happened in the castle, but she knew something did and that Malfoy had helped her. Could that have led to—?
"You're pulling our legs still, Hermione." Fay tried to convince herself more than anybody else. "You and Malfoy… it's just… it…"
"Fine." Hermione shrugged. "Let him finish his meeting with the Headmistress and then we can all ask him together. But if you need further assurance, Neville knows about it. It's why I've had to sneak in and out of our Common Room so frequently; to meet him. He left for the weekend for an unknown reason and had returned yesterday."
"Then how do you contact him to meet up?!" Ginny all but shrieked.
Hermione ushered to the journal sitting on her lap. "This is enchanted. He has one too, whatever I write in mine he receives and vice versa."
The group of girls became deadly silent. Luna was the first to speak up. She got off of her seat and went to sit beside Hermione, effectively shoving Ginny out of the way. Luna placed a hand on Hermione's shoulder and smiled broadly.
"If you're happy, Hermione, then so are we. People are not innately bad; they are born good and have bad bred into them. If you believe he's good, I believe he's good." Hermione returned Luna's smiled and embraced her tightly.
"Thanks, Luna."
"Anytime. Now I must bid you girls, adieu… my friend Oliver Cadmus from Hufflepuff – you all know him, right?" Luna saw the girls nod. Oliver was an eighth year student who attended their classes with them. "Oliver's in the hospital wing after a terrible accident with the Whomping Willow."
"Oh no!" Fay gasped.
Luna nodded solemnly. "It's terrible, really. I told him to be careful lest he wants to introduce himself to the thestrals." Luna's shoulders sagged. "But he can see them now, which is good and bad. Anyway, bye!"
The girls watched Luna skip off in the direction of the hospital wing. Parvati was the first to break the silence.
"Draco Malfoy…and you?"
Hermione nodded. "Yes, Draco Malfoy and I."
Time seemed to have slowed down for the group of girls. All of them stared intensively at Hermione, not knowing what to say and not knowing what to think. Hermione simply chose to look each of them in the eyes one by one until one of them was ready to say something to her. After what felt like an eternity, Fay spoke up.
"Prove it."
Hermione did not expect that.
"Pardon me, Fay?"
"Yes, prove it. I still believe that you're pulling our legs, especially after the Crabbe incident that one April Fool's Day." Fay crossed her arms. "So I want you to prove it this time…"
Hermione rolled her eyes. "Seriously? You girls are ridiculous, do you understand how long it took me to gather the courage to let you know I'm dating him and here you all are in disbelief? I might as well have kept my mouth shut. What do you want me to do to? Bring you to him? Confirm my allegations with the Slytherins? With Neville? Because they all know."
Kellah chewed on her lower lip. "May we meet him?"
Hermione nodded. "Yes, you may."
"Then let's, for a moment here, believe that you are dating Draco Malfoy—holy bloody hell, Hermione!" Ginny clamped her hands together. "What are you thinking?! He's tried to kill us!"
"He isn't evil, Ginny." Hermione snorted. "He simply was put in a position where evil was the norm. He… there was… he saved my life." Hermione lowered her eyes, not wanting to look at her friends when she somewhat divulged into her story. It wasn't as if she was embarrassed, or scared, she simply wanted to tell the story whilst in her own world.
"He saved my life during the battle in his manor." Hermione looked up to glance at her girlfriends. They all seemed to be at the edge of their seats. "I sent him an owl to thank him over the summer and we kept communicating—he went to Italy and got me this," Hermione pulled the Healer Pendant out from underneath her cloak. "An authentic Italian Healer Pendant."
"So that wasn't a street peddler?!" Ginny raised both eyebrows. She had heard from Harry and Ron what had happened on the Hogwarts Express when Draco and his goonies walked in pretending to be Dementors. Ginny also knew that Draco all but killed his friends over calling Hermione the m-word.
"No, it wasn't."
"And that explains why he keeps coming to your rescue— wait!" Kellah gasped. "Were you dating when he punched Ron?!"
"No." Hermione giggled. "We weren't… but we were talking. He's a bit protective of me."
Parvati and Padma glanced at each other. "Are you sure you're making the right decision in dating him? I mean you can't erase seven years' worth of animosity over one summer."
"No, you can't erase animosity of such a long time, but he makes me happy." Hermione explained. "Not to toot my own horn, but I have saved all of your arses numerous times during the last seven years because of my better judgement. I know who he is, I know my feelings for him, and I know that he's a good man."
"Still want you to prove it." Kellah indicated. "And then we can go further with this conversation of whether he is evil or not."
"Fine. But let him finish his meeting with McGonagall first."
Fay nodded. "Sounds fair… but back to Draco Malfoy… what kind of kisser is he?!"
"FAY!" The group of girls yelled simultaneously. Fay blushed in embarrassment and shrugged.
"What?!"
"Curiosity killed the cat, Dunbar." Kellah murmured but Fay retorted with a quick kissing of her teeth and rolling of her eyes.
"Back at you, Morris. I'm simply speaking what all of you have been thinking for the last seven years!"
.xx.
Draco and Blaise were sitting outside of McGonagall's office. It was the first time Draco had seen Blaise since his abdicating incident at The White Wyvern. He didn't want to admit it, But Draco noticed terribly ugly bags under Blaise's eyes; perhaps the arsehole felt like an arsehole for abdicating and forcing such a stupid situation over Draco's plonking head?
Yeah, he feels like an arsehole. It somewhat pleased Draco to know that Blaise was in such emotional turmoil. Granted, Draco wasn't in any better of a state but the ball was in his court and he had the opportunity to do as he pleased: become the Dragon Emperor (What a bloody fantastic title!) or abdicate.
In any scenario, he would not jeopardize Hermione.
"So uh—"
"I have nothing to say to you." Draco interrupted Blaise. He didn't want to speak to him, see him, or breathe the same goddamn air as Blaise. But, alas, due to the announcement made by McGonagall not too long ago the duo was forced to face each other after their terribly altercation at Knockturn Alley.
Blaise's shoulders sagged. "Just listen… I didn't think of Hermione and…"
"That's fine." Draco interrupted him again. "Hermione is not your responsibility. She's mine. Everything I do I think of her first; I think of how it impacts her and how it affects her and how I can do what I am doing to make her life easier. Why?" Draco glanced at Blaise. "Because she's my world. Not yours. So you are not at fault for not considering Hermione. You are at fault for not fucking considering how the hell your best-fucking-mate would feel about the whole fucking thing. That's what you're at fault for, Zabini."
Blaise didn't know what to say so he kept his mouth shut.
McGonagall clearing her throat caused both of them to look over at the gargoyle. Draco pushed himself off of the wall and approached their headmistress. Blaise's eyes were glued on his friend.
"What is it you need from us, professor?"
"Come in, boys." McGonagall ushered to the staircase. "You have visitors."
Despite being utterly enraged, Draco glanced over at Blaise who shrugged his shoulders. Looking back at the staircase in front of him, Draco inhaled deeply and began his ascent.
I'm tired of bloody surprises.
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"Are you fucki—"
"Blaise!"
Draco's jaw went slack when he saw an older Blaise Zabini standing in front of him. He could only assume it was Maximus Zabini, the long lost dragon emperor father of his friend (were they still friends? Draco hadn't decided yet…). Beside Maximus was his own father, Lucius, leaning against his signature cobra cane. McGonagall took her seat behind her spindle-legged desk and leaned back just slightly. To the left of her desk was an enlarged portrait of Albus Percival Wulfric Brian Dumbledore; he was sleeping, snoring quietly.
"Take a seat." McGonagall offered to the two boys but neither of them listened.
"What is going on?" Draco asked his father. "Why are you here with… Blaise's dad?"
Lucius looked at Minerva, Maximus, Blaise, and finally Draco. Blaise decided he would take McGonagall up on her offer and found a seat to rest his butt on. He was not looking forward to where the conversation would be heading.
"Are you here about the whole dragon thing?" Blaise inquired and Maximus nodded.
"Yes. I believe there are some things we need to discuss as you," Maximus ushered to Blaise, "abdicated and forced Draconis to take the throne."
"I forced nobody!" Blaise snarled. "If Draco really didn't want the damn title, he could've abdicated right then and there—"
Lucius decided to interrupt. "You fool! Do you not know Draco? You've grown up with the boy; you know Draco will not make an impulsive decision to abdicate something as serious as the throne to an entire realm of dragons without assessing the situation first." Lucius glowered at Blaise, his eyes only momentarily flickering to his own son. "What you did was impulsive boy. You should've thought of it."
"I did—"
"You did not." Maximus did not let Blaise continue. "You simply acted on emotion and abdicated because of your grudge against me."
"HELL FUCKING YES I DID." Blaise screamed. "I thought you were dead my whole life. You can't waltz into my life and drop a bomb such as this." Blaise got up from his seat and began pacing. "How the hell do you expect me to react when you, literally, walk into my life and say: Hi Blaise, I am your father. I'm also a dragon, I rule a world called Thaczil and now I want to retire to be with your mother so be the bloody emperor of a bunch of dragons and a world that you didn't know existed."
Draco was quietly listening to his friend. Alright, I hadn't looked at it from his point of view… It alleviated some anger. But not all.
"Gentlemen." McGonagall's authoritative voice bellowed. "We need to discuss this in a calm manner. Perhaps we should address Mr. Zabini's concern before moving onto Mr. Malfoy?"
Maximus and Lucius nodded and turned to their boys.
"Your concerns are fair." Maximus said his voice tight. "The approach in which we did all of this was a big mistake. We should've groomed you instead of finagling this onto you."
Blaise nodded. Did Maximus just use the word finagling in everyday conversation?! What the hell?
"And I hope one day we can reconcile." Maximus couldn't look Blaise in the eyes. "But that does not excuse you abdicating and forcing Draconis to take the throne because he was not able to make an informed decision and yes," Maximus held up a hand to stop Blaise from arguing, "I know Draconis could've abdicated if he didn't want the throne, but as Lucius has said: Draconis is calculative. He doesn't react on emotion as you have done."
Blaise scoffed. "Your method is something to not be proud of, Maximus."
"And I apologize for that."
"Too late for that." Draco muttered but his father chided him.
"Your turn will come, boy. Do not interrupt."
Draco turned his head away from everybody and focused his attention on the accoutrements cluttering McGonagall's desk. He had never taken her to be a messy lady; mayhap it were the remnants from Dumbledore's reign?
"I know that I cannot undo the past, Blaise," Maximus murmured as his son went to take a seat as far away from them as possible. "I cannot do anything to rectify it but what I can do is ensure I take steps to help us achieve a relationship such as Draconis and Lucius—"
"Well we don't necessarily have the best father-son relationship, Maximus," Lucius interrupted. "You might want to use the Weasleys as a comparison."
Maximus raised an eyebrow. "Really? I would've never thought—"
"GENTLEMEN!" McGonagall tapped her wand on the table. "Can we focus?!"
Blaise and Draco glanced at each other and shared the same thought: They're like us!
Maximus shook his head and turned back to the two boys sitting before him. "Sorry, sorry, my apologies. As I was saying, I wish to forge a relationship between the two of us. I cannot undo the fact that you have abdicated and neither can I reverse it so… we must do…" Maximus closed his eyes and exhaled loudly. "We must do what we have to do."
Blaise simply looked away from Maximus. "Whatever."
Lucius cleared his throat and ushered at Draco with his head. "Moving onto the next of the two hooligans. We get that you missed being a father but can we please address my son's takeover of the throne?"
Draco was trying his damned best to keep his mouth shut. He wanted so badly to retort coldly but bit his tongue. It was neither the time nor the place.
"Right, moving on then." Maximus settled his gaze onto Draco. "I don't know how much Blaise has hold you but— but before we begin, where the hell did you and Blaise go when Blaise abdicated?"
Draco responded in an utmost nonchalant fashion: "The White Wyvern."
"You were in Knockturn Alley?!" Lucius bellowed, pushing himself off of the wall to take a few steps towards his son.
"Why is that surprising? I stayed there when I went to get my school supplies…"
Maximus was confused. "Knockturn Alley?"
"Ugh, never mind. Proceed." Lucius returned to his post against the wall.
"Okay? Well… basically there exists a realm of dragons, we call it Thaczil. I am presently the Kapral and, assuming Blaise showed you the lineage book, you are the generational counterpart heir apparent to Blaise." Maximus began pacing the small area that the five of them inhabited in McGonagall's office.
"Our monarch system is vastly different from yours. We do not have bloodline heirs, but rather generational. That means that when the current Kapral sires an heir then all heir apparent are moved down a generation." Maximus stopped pacing and, instead, opted to lean against McGonagall's desk.
"That means that when Blaise was born, instead of Lucius being the heir apparent, as the Malfoys are the next lineage after the Zabinis, that title was passed down to you. Therefore, when Blaise abdicated you immediately felt the effects of the Transferral of Power… you are now next in line to be Kapral and, as Blaise kindly said it earlier, as I am intending to retire in the very near future… you will be Kapral, lest you abdicate." Maximus carefully studied Draco and Blaise's expressions, but was not able to read any.
"You have until your coronation to formally abdicate, at which point I will facilitate a Battle of Kings to decide who will be the next Kapral." Maximus added as an afterthought.
Minerva remained silent. She always knew of Thaczil and everything else it entailed, but she had no idea that the title was ping ponging between the Malfoys and the Zabinis.
The shadows of the flames licked the walls of McGonagall's office. Dumbledore's portrait remained fast asleep which, as much as Minerva hated to admit it, was a blessing in disguise. They could all do without Dumbledore's constant desire to impart his innate knowledge.
"You are all fucked up, you know that?" Draco finally muttered. His body was slouched in an uncomfortable and inhumane position but, frankly, he didn't give a flying Weasley. "Who hides something like that? Ugh," Draco began rubbing his temple, "I feel like I should apologize to Zabini, but at the same time I don't."
"Never mind that, mate," Blaise drawled. He was in an equally uncomfortable and inhumane position, "I owe you an apology. Should've thought it through."
McGonagall, Maximus, and Lucius's eyes were ping-ponging between the two boys.
"Should've, would've, could've. What's done is done." Draco covered his mouth as he released a jaw-splitting yawn. "So, Maxy-boy," Draco's eyes flickered over to his best friend's long-lost-but-now-found-Dragon father, "what does this Kapral business entail? What the hell does Kapral even mean and what do I need to know before coronation to make a well informed decision if whether or not I want to abdicate?"
Lucius beamed. "Told you! I told you Maximus; Draco would never make an emotional decision. He gets that from his father." His excitement caused the inhabitants of the circular room to roll their eyes. Lucius, sometimes, exuded way too much pride in his son.
Maximus cleared his throat and crossed his arms in front of his chest. "Kapral stands for Emperor in the ancient draconic tongue. It, literally, translates to Emperor Zabini – or Emperor Malfoy, in your case."
"Draco." Lucius's voice was warning and Draco glanced at his father.
"I am not going to let power get to my head, father." Draco turned back to Maximus. "Continue, Maxy-boy."
"Stop calling me that," Maximus muttered, but continued his explanations regardless. "You are now heir apparent, as Blaise has abdicated, and you are going to be prepared for your coronation; the date has yet to be fixed." Maximus tagged the last bit on when he saw Draco open his mouth.
Draco sat up slightly straighter, as his back was already hurting, and continued to stare down Maximus. Okay, so I have time to learn the ropes of this Emperor business and, if I don't like it, still abdicate. Sounds fair.
"Being Kapral, itself, is not exactly… difficult." Maximus chewed on his lower lip. "All decisions are made by the High Priests, or in our tongue, the Wadoya. They are seven previous Kaprals who weigh all options presented to them regarding politics and come up with the best possible recourse. This solution is presented in front of the Kapral – so you – and you decide yay or nay. If it's a nay then the Wadoya have to re-evaluate, consider your input, and come up with another decision. "
Draco nodded, slowly. Blaise was beginning to drift off and, in his semi-conscious state, tipped too far to the left and almost fell off of his chair. A few portraits cackled and Dumbledore's portrait stirred, just a bit, but all fell back in order within seconds.
"The Kapral also has a Council of Advisors, again, in draconic tongue your Biwheg. They are who you'd call upon to discuss the politics of your sovereign, your people, et cetera et cetera." Draco's eyebrows were furrowed but he said nothing.
"You have your Darzulf – your devil's advocate – and Darharkt – your voice of reason. They are, what you would say in laymen terms, your left and right hand men."
Draco cocked by eyebrow. "So I get wingmen?"
Lucius threw his head back and howled in laughter. Minerva even giggled some and Blaise shot awake. Maximus could not control the tick in his eyebrow; perhaps if he had been around during Blaise's youth he'd be better equipped to handle teenage-boy-brain but, alas, he was not and all he could do was endure Draco's sarcasm.
"Yes, Draconis, you get wingmen." Maximus was secretly upset that he hadn't coined the term wingmen for his own wingmen, Ixen and Xarzith. "Back to the point. You are also the protector of the Ring of Chaos and the defender of the Chaos Theory but, alas, I cannot divulge further into that as that is confidential to the immediate Kapral." Maximus glanced at Blaise, Lucius, and Minerva before adding in: "My apologies to the rest."
Minerva held up a hand. "No need, Maximus. Please do continue with your explanation—Mr. Zabini! Please do not doze off! Honestly, how have you boys managed to live up until this very point in time, is beyond me."
Again, Lucius snickered and Draco had to bite his cheek from not bursting into laughter. Blaise shot awake and mumbled an apology before crossing his arms, mimicking his father, and staring at the portrait of a dancing unicorn (What the bloody hell?!).
"Coronation, itself, is a very ancient and honourable tradition. You must name many people to join your reign. When you take the role of Kapral the eldest High Priest retires and I join the ranks of the Wadoya. You, then, must select you Darzulf and Darharkt, as well as two unbiased individuals that are not related to you, dragon or otherwise, to join your Biwheg."
Draco decided to interrupt Maximus at that point. "Hold on, if this entire escapade is to take place in Thaczil, a realm solely for dragons, how the hell do I appoint two individuals to join my advice council? Can humans travel there?"
Maximus nodded. "Good point. The job of these two advisors is to act as a liaison for you and Thaczil. This is not the only realm, Draconis, as you are aware by now. There are many different realms and many different worlds with many different dragons. It is purely by chance that our lineage – the lineage of Sigmund has maintained reign over Thaczil for so long. Your advisors are those who relay information to you from Thaczil and your very own world to help you reach a verdict on what the Wadoya have decided. These two members will directly speak to the rest of your Biwheg. And, to address your earlier question, humans can travel to Thaczil, but for a very limited period of time."
Draco took a moment to digest all that was being said to him. He knew that Blaise was not paying attention at all; Blaise had clearly informed everybody that he wanted nothing to do with being the Emperor of a foreign realm. Draco wouldn't be surprised if he was daydreaming of drowning in a vat of butterbeer.
"Okay, so let me recap: I'm Kapral, the emperor, I have wingmen, Darzulf and Darharkt and a council of advisors, the Biwheg. I protect this Ring of Chaos and the High Priests, Wadoya, make political decisions for me and I vote yay or nay?" Draco watched Maximus nod.
"Yes, correct so far. On coronation day you must appoint the two members of your Biwheg, your Darzulf and Darharkt, and your Lady of Eternity."
Draco's eyes shot up at that last point.
"My what?"
Suddenly, Blaise's interest was piqued.
Maximus nodded. "Yes. Your Lady of Eternity. It is said that a ruler requires an anchor to help him stay grounded and, as such, you must appoint your Lady of Eternity at coronation—but don't worry! The Wadoya can select a perfectly capable candidate—" Draco had zoned out and his eyes travelled over to Blaise who began making a cutting motion across his neck. Draco raised an eyebrow and Blaise shook his head.
No!
"What the hell are you two signing to one another?" Lucius drawled from his position against the wall.
Draco and Blaise's eyes snapped right over to Lucius and then to Maximus.
"The Lady of Eternity bit," Draco immediately stated. "What does that role entail?"
Lucius narrowed his eyes but allowed Maximus to talk. His son was up to something and Lucius did not like it one bit.
"She is your anchor. Her lifespan is lengthened to meet yours; she does not necessarily have to be your mate, but somebody whom you know can keep you grounded and down to earth during your dark hours." Maximus was struggling not to look at Blaise. "My Lady of Eternity is not Blaise's mother; my Lady of Eternity is a very close friend of mine from when I was being coroneted centuries ago. We did not have romantic inclinations and, to this very day, remain very good friends."
Draco nodded, slowly. "And you said if I don't have one, the Priests will pick one for me?"
"Correct."
"Blaise, if you do not stop with the cutting motion, I will cut you." Lucius snarled. "What are you trying to get Draco not to say?!"
Blaise looked like he had seen a ghost. "Uh… nothing! Sir!"
Maximus narrowed his eyes but chose not to react to his son's idiocy. "Well then. I will discuss with the Wadoya when your coronation can be scheduled and we will take it from there? In the meanwhile, to prepare ourselves, please think about who you want to appoint as your Darzulf, Darharkt, and your two members of your Biwheg." Maximus glanced at Lucius and nodded.
"I will inform the Wadoya that we need to look for a Lady of Eternity."
"No."
Blaise smacked his forehead and McGonagall rose from her chair, ready to intervene should father and son (mainly the Malfoys) threw fists, or spells for that matter.
"Pardon?" Lucius raised both eyebrows. "He mustn't search for a Lady of Eternity?"
Draco stood up as well and looked his father right in his eyes, his own face stone cold and emotionless. "No." He repeated. "You don't need to find me one. I already have one."
McGonagall looked at Lucius and shrugged when the elder Malfoy looked at her direction. She had no idea Draco was in a romantic relationship with anybody in the school, and that notion concerned her. Minerva McGonagall knew everything that happened in her school.
Who was Draco Malfoy dating?
"You do?" Maximus, oblivious to the tension sizzling around him, asked gleefully. "Might I ask who it is?"
Draco's eyes did not break from his father. "Hermione Granger."
.xx.
Hermione and her girlfriends were in the Entrance Hall of Hogwarts, entering the school after a small stroll through the grounds. They had studied, much to Hermione's pleasure, and opted to take a break. Ron, Harry, and the rest of the Gryffindor Quidditch team were in the Training Facility intending to get a quick workout in whereas the other boys were scattered throughout the grounds of their school.
It had been a good three hours since Draco and Blaise were called upon by McGonagall and Hermione had yet to hear from her boyfriend.
She was beginning to get very worried.
"Look!" Fay shoved Hermione. "Your boyfriend is coming… along with your future father-in-law."
Hermione looked in the direction Fay was pointing to see, indeed, Draco, Lucius, Blaise, and an older looking Blaise (uncle? Hermione couldn't properly guess who that character could've been) headed towards the exit with McGonagall not too far behind.
Draco's eyes caught with Hermione's and, in an instant, he felt all of his tension melt away. Hermione, however, did not miss the nasty look Lucius threw in her direction.
What happened?
"Thank you for meeting with us today." Lucius glanced over McGonagall and offered his thanks. "Glad we were able to sort everything out."
The Gryffindor girls, save Hermione, paid no heed to the conversation and whispered amongst themselves. Kellah decided to stop her butt just beside the main entrance of the castle in hopes to catch Draco after the adults left. Hermione was trying to get them to leave but was failing, miserably.
A cold October gale filled the corridor, forcing Hermione to tighten her cloak around her body. The tree leaves were beginning to transform into beautiful shades of orange, red, and yellow—autumn, Hermione's favourite time of year. To her it represented rebirth, despite spring being the traditional season of life. She absolutely adored autumn.
"See," Ginny rolled her eyes, "he hardly acknowledged you. Honestly, if you two were dating then he'd—"
So she told them and they don't believe her? Draco's annoyance was uncontainable. Fuck this. Draco pushed past his father and Blaise and shoved Hermione's friend's aside. Wordlessly he grabbed her chin and swiftly leaned forward to capture her lips.
Shock rocked through Hermione's body; she was unable to react or respond to him.
What is he doing?!
All around them were wide eyes… it was official…
Draco Malfoy and Hermione Granger were dating.
.xx.
**UNEDITED**
Here's a gift for you guys :) An extra-long chapter. It was a heavy info loaded chapter BUT… hope you liked it!
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