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Sex Ed	By : Alcoholic_Rootbeer Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 39682 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 4
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. I don't own the characters, the ideas, or the books. I just like to imagine in JK's world for a bit. I am not making a profit from this story.

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Very excited about these next couple of chapters. Waymay needs the credit for keeping me in line with my hads, thats, and SONS. (She knows what I mean. XD)
Some things I recommend: Empire by waymay, High on Magic by LightofEvolution, and How To Train Your Auror by myself. Bond is also up for grabs, in case anyone wants some fun kinky smut with some plot. Parts 1-3 are up, and part 4 is soon to follow. How To Train Your Auror 2 will be my main focus after this story is done. XD Hope everyone likes what I have here. I know I do.
~A.
No silver or no gold
Could dress me up so good
You're the glitter in the darkness of my world
Just tell me what to do
I'll fall right into you
Going under cast a spell just say the word
I feel your love
Boom clap
The sound of my heart
"Boom Clap" by Charli XCX
This was on repeat while writing this chapter. Don't ask me why. I have no clue. But it also just happens to fit.
Draco rubbed his sweaty palms on his dress pants, nervousness shrouding his head like a halo held up by a pair of horns. He knew what he was about to do could potentially make or break his relationship with his parents, his inheritance, and his perception as seen by the elitists of the wizard community. After all, his life's dedication had been to being pruned like one of Longbottom's flowers until he was ready to bloom for them. The War, however, put a damper on most of that. His entire reason for being shaped warped exponentially by the Malfoys' involvement with Voldemort, and their very name hung on a delicate thread -the same one that had been severed, once before, by all of Britain's wizarding community as his family was thrown from paper to paper, rumor to rumor. They skidded by the scrape of their teeth to make it back up the ladder to success, and this confession would either be the breaking point to shake them back down to the bottom rung, or it could, potentially, make them viewed in a softer light. Either way, it would make an interesting story for the front page of the Prophet, no doubt.
His eyes trailed over to the reporter's table, where his soon to be weapon of choice against his father's unyielding wrath now sat, dressed in a lime green ensemble that brought out the emerald flecks in her squinty eyes, which hid behind her half-moon spectacles with cat-eyed points at the tips. A quick quotes quill scribbled mercilessly beside her as she sipped from a glass of white wine, eagerly listening to Lucius Malfoy go on about the benefits of the donation, including the profit of research towards the Janus Thickey Ward. Draco insisted his father make a note of it in his speech, not an hour before, hoping Longbottom would see the quote in the Daily and forgive him, on some small level, for the comment on his parents. He wasn't one to apologize, so this was as good as anything Longbottom could receive from Draco as remorse for his actions.
He caught his mother's eyes as she stood next to Lucius at the podium, a forced, proper smile on her face. She shot him a wink when their eyes met before she looked adoringly to her husband, pride written across her features as she took in the sight of a job well done. The room lit to life with claps and whistling, and it took Draco only a moment to realize that his father had given him an introduction to approach the podium, doting on his son's influence on tonight's festivities. His breath caught, and his feet turned to lead. A small hand came and braced his shoulder, and Astoria whispered in his ear, "You can do this, Drake. Just relax."
"I wish you wouldn't call me that," he whispered back, feeling a tug at the corner of his lips as they set in a familiar smirk.
"You know I hate to be called Tori. Call it payback. -Go get 'em."
They both laughed a moment, and his feet found the will to cross the room once again. He noticed, as he approached the podium, Rita Skeeter bolting upright in her chair, setting her wine down to concentrate her full efforts on the young Malfoy heir. It was no surprise to Draco -he'd gotten used to being trailed around by the witch for some years now, being careful in his actions not to shame his family as they built their empire back up from ground level. Rita took particular interest in him, he imagined, because unlike his parents, who had served house arrest for two years following the War, he'd gotten off relatively scot-free, thanks to Potter's testimonies at his trials. The reporter tried many-a-time to crumble his name to rubble, only to find a squeaky-clean floor underneath every rock she overturned. Well, he thought, perhaps tonight he might sate her curiosity, while also earning a good checkmark in her notepad.
He stepped up to the podium, glancing his eyes over the array of blue, black, green, and white dress robes. Astoria stood out like a sore thumb in the crowd, but Draco was thankful for it. It gave him someone to focus on while he, once again, rubbed his clammy hands against his robes and cleared his throat. "Thank you, Father, for the introduction." He looked over to his mother and father, so filled with pride, and realized he was soon about to burst their bubble. Oh well. The things we do for love… "I'd like to thank everyone for attending this evening's charity event. It means the world to me, my family, and those who your generous donations will benefit…" He took a deep breath. "…Including the parents of a good friend of mine, Neville Longbottom."
The press table buzzed like a swarm of angry bees, whispering to one another, no doubt to confirm if anyone knew this juicy bit of gossip before tonight. Indeed, no one would, because Draco didn't actually think of Longbottom as a good friend (more of an annoying counterpart), but for his plan to work, he'd need the press to think so. "As my Mother loves to point out, I am the Potion's Professor at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry," he said cheekily and earned some small laughs from the audience. "And in so doing, I've made some valuable friendships that will, most certainly, last a lifetime. After hearing, in length, about Longbottom's plight with the ongoing medical bills for his parents' treatments in the Janus Thickey Ward of St. Mungo's, I felt compelled to take action. Too many witches and wizards have been affected by the War and forgotten, or lose hope because there simply isn't enough money to go around. But not today. Today, we stand and make a difference in the shadow of these tragic events."
The audience lit up with applause, to which Draco cast a generous smile, groomed from years of practice. He placed a hand up, and the crowd fell silent once more. "Before approaching my parents on the idea of this event, I discussed, in length, with Longbottom the different ways one could get involved. Volunteering, visiting patients -there are other ways of helping to the cause, and I urge every one of you, tonight, to think about not just what's in your pocketbook, but what you can do to help." This was the bit of sugar needed to feed the press his pièce de résistance. "I, myself, and my lovely counterpart, Hermione Granger, will be volunteering one weekend a month in between our curriculum at Hogwarts to ensure that enough helping hands will be provided to help the cause, and to our dear friend's parents -Alice and Frank Longbottom." He waited, watching his parents out of the corner of his eye carefully, and smiled larger when he heard his mother squeak a sharp intake of breath. "So please! Enjoy the champagne, feel free to get a bit tipsy, and above all else, hold your loved ones close. I know I will."
He barely heard the roar of applause, too busy trying to catch his breath and step back between his parents, placing an arm around each of their shoulders. "Mother. Father." He said, smiling as one of the cameramen approached the stage, Skeeter following quickly behind him. Her quill, this time, was in her hand, and she anxiously traveled up the steps and onto the stage before anyone could object otherwise.
"Wonderful speech, Malfoys!" She twittered, her curls bobbing up and down as they threatened to spill from her makeshift bun. Her curls, Draco thought, could rival Hermione's in volume. "My, what a riveting, thought provoking speech from our youngest, hmm?" She brushed the tip of her quill to Draco's nose, and he raised an eyebrow, fighting back the urge to sneer something dreadful. "So, let's get down to interviews, shall we?"
"I thought maybe we might have a word with our son, first," said Narcissa, graceful in her poise as ever.
Rita, however, was not one to be trifled with and was quick on the draw. "Nonsense. It will only take a moment. -So, tell me, dear Draco, how does it feel, making a difference to your community?"
"Like any other day, really," he said, laying it on thick. "Although, I have to say, as you well may know, I didn't always use to be so tender-hearted."
"Yes, I imagine that comes with age," said Narcissa quickly.
"Or a counterpart?" Rita beamed, readying her quill for the juicy bit she'd come for. "Do tell us, Draco, when you say counterpart, do you mean a work colleague, or…?"
This was the moment Draco had been waiting for, right there, his for the taking. He prepared his silver tongue and steadied himself for any backlash (which, hopefully, wouldn't come about). "Hermione and I have been dating for some time now. We made it official three months back."
"Oh, my." Rita's eyes glowed with excitement, and she glanced to both Lucius and Narcissa for a response. "This is an interesting bit of news, indeed. As you might know, a lot of the wizarding community is under the impression that the Malfoy lineage, being prideful in their example for only dating those amongst the Sacred Twenty-Eight, as described in the Pure-Blood Directory by Cantankerus Nott," the witch's words were, most certainly, prepared, "So forgive my frankness when I ask -why break the cycle now?"
Lucius stepped up beside his son, and though he wore a look of disdain as his eyes passed over Draco, he was ready with a response. "Forgive me, Miss Skeeter, but to what cycle do you refer? As a Malfoy, we pride ourselves in making the best, suitable choices for a life-partner. My wife and I, for example, married for love, as did my father and my mother, and their parents before them. That they should be pureblooded or otherwise was not a factor in the matter. And I'd kindly remind you that, while we might set a precedent for upholding traditional values, there are variations of half-bloods in our lineage as well."
"I see." Rita raised both of her eyebrows, quickly making notes. "Interesting." She glanced between father and son. "But no muggleborns, to date, have been a part of the Malfoy family, have they?"
Draco opened his mouth, ready to strike back with a snarky comment, but Narcissa beat him to the punch. "We're getting ahead of ourselves, aren't we, Miss Skeeter? After all, Draco and Miss Granger are not wed, as of present. Not that we wouldn't welcome her with open arms. As we've said time and time again in interviews with your paper, we Malfoys have thrown away our past in favor of turning over a new leaf. This is, perhaps, why my dear Draco finds Miss Granger so stunning?"
"Yes, what is it about Miss Granger that gets your cauldron brewing?" Rita asked excitedly to Draco.
"Cauldron… brewing?" Draco snorted a laugh. "Excuse me, Miss Skeeter, but I'm not one to kiss and tell.- But if you must have something for your paper, she's intelligent, witty, hardworking, and keeps me in line from time to time. Any man would be lucky to have her, and I just so happen to be that man." He said his words with purpose, aiming them not at Rita, but at his parents instead. He hoped they got the message.
"And being on opposite sides of the war -that hasn't affected your relationship in any way?"
"If anything, it's brought us closer together," he answered honestly.
"Where is our dear Miss Granger tonight? I noticed she was not in attendance this evening."
"Family matters to attend to, I'm afraid," Draco smirked, knowing that it wasn't a lie, per say. Just an omission of the truth. "Family is paramount to both of us." He glanced back at his mother and father. "And we're ever so glad to have the support of both of our families. It makes our relationship a solid foundation of which to build from."
Rita looked expectantly to Lucius and Narcissa, who exchanged silent words through glances before both turning their heads towards the reporter and smiling.
"But of course, Draco has our blessing," Lucius said through a clenched jaw, "Miss Granger is an excellent example of… poise… and grace."
'Poise and grace?' Draco winced internally. 'He knows nothing about her, does he?'
"We're just grateful that our son has found someone he can invest his heart into," Narcissa said sweetly, buttering it up to the point of making Draco (and Lucius, by the looks of it) want to vomit. Rita, satisfied, jotted down the last of her notes and grinned.
"Thank you for your time, Malfoy family. I have a feeling this banquet will, undoubtedly, make the front page."
"As well as the awareness for volunteer work needed," Draco suggested slyly, to which Rita nodded and flitted away. Her photographer, a balding man with a thick mustache who wore dress robes two sizes too big, stepped forward, holding up his camera.
"One for the papers, yeah?"
"Of course," Narcissa said, and all three Malfoys grinned properly. With the last of the interview out of the way, Draco turned to face both of his parents, who still tried to feign a look of happiness on their faces, though their eyes bore down on him with the heat of a thousand suns.
"Draco," Lucius started, but his son cut him off.
"-Father, look. I know that wasn't the noblest way to tell you. But I needed to come clean, and I needed to do it tonight."
"Come clean?" Narcissa scoffed, crossing her arms delicately. "Is that what you call mucking up an interview with your personal drivel?"
Draco sighed. "Either way, you know now." He looked to them, expectant. When neither one said a word but merely shifted into an air of discord, he added, "I'm in love with her."
His mother was the first to break her hard shell, eyebrows turning up into ones of disbelief, but also nodding in understanding at the same time. "Love, Draco? You're…. you're in love?"
He nodded softly, his eyes resting on her. "I haven't told her yet. That's next on the to-do list."
"There's a list?" Lucius sneered.
Draco smirked. "You've no idea."
A wisp of white and gold approached them from the side, and Astoria gave a graceful curtsy before kissing Draco on the cheek and saying, "Lovely speech. The both of you." She turned to Lucius. "I have to say, Mister Malfoy, it is quite liberating to see you so open to the possibilities of muggleborns. Our families have all come a long way since He-Who-Must-Not-Be-Named. I'd like to donate twenty thousand galleons to the cause."
Lucius's eyebrows turned up in approval. "That's a very generous donation, Miss Greengrass. St. Mungo's thanks you."
"Anything to help the less fortunate." She batted her eyelashes. "I think your family is a shining example to all purebloods and future generations. I'd like my donation to go directly to the Janus Thickey Ward if it pleases you. Any friend of Draco's is a friend of mine. -Cissy, you simply must come around for tea sometime shortly. And bring Miss Granger! I'm so fascinated to hear all about her muggleborn culture." Astoria winked at Draco and sauntered off to join Barnaby Fawley and her parents, who were lost in conversation.
Lucius cleared his throat. "Well… that was… an interesting conversation, to put it lightly." He turned his eyes to Draco, staring at him for a few moments before, finally, breaking his silence. "I expect we will have a chat, at length, on this subject later."
"Of course," Draco nodded, "So long as you don't try to talk me out of it." Noticing the taken-aback gaze of his father, he searched for words. "I think it's time we drop the pretenses. I love her. If you decide to disown me, so be it."
"Disown you?" Lucius smirked. "Tempting, but I fear I could never do it." He rested a hand on Draco's shoulder. "I'm afraid my love for you outweighs my prejudices. It always has." He gave an irritated sigh, pressing on. "If this is what you feel you must do -dating this muggleborn… I cannot stop you. Do I approve of this? Absolutely not. -Am I proud of you for standing up for what you believe in? Absolutely." He squeezed Draco's shoulder and released him. "Besides, I'm quite convinced this is just a phase. You'll come to your senses, eventually."
"Not likely…" Draco muttered.
"What was that?"
"I said… thank you kindly." Draco turned his eyes to his mother, who let a tear slip down her cheek. "Mother, are you-?"
Narcissa threw her arms around her son and gripped in him in a vice-like hug. "You're such a foolish boy," she whispered against his cheek. "But a fool in love." Her grip tightened. "Do you think, perhaps, we could forge her lineage?"
"Okay!" Draco pulled out of his mother's grasp and shook his head. "I think someone's had a bit too much wine for the evening. -And no, we are not forging any papers. Mother, you're going to have to get over this one."
She swiped at a tear with her fingers and rolled her eyes.
"Now, if you'll both excuse me," Draco bowed to both of them, "I have another thing to check off my list." He backed away slowly from his mother's tear-filled gaze and his father's hex-throwing expression and trotted off of the stage. On his way out, he ran into Lidia and Liam at the doorway, who both smiled and clapped at his approach.
"That was bloody fantastic, Professor!" Exclaimed Liam. "Way to stick it to the man!"
"The man?"
"Sorry," Lidia chimed in, "It's a muggle expression. Been teaching Liam a few of them."
"Right." Draco nodded. "Well… I believe it's I who should be thanking the both of you. -You took my advice to heart."
"You kidding? You're one of the coolest teachers we've ever had." Liam patted Draco on the arm, noticed the sharp glare from his Professor, and dropped his hand immediately. "Seriously, though. Cool."
"Cooler than Professor Granger?" Draco smirked, hopeful.
Lidia burst out into laughter. "Ohohohoh… noooooooo. Sorry, Professor Malfoy. She's still way cooler than you'll ever be."
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