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How To Train Your Auror 3: Dead On Arrival	By : Alcoholic_Rootbeer Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 2711 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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"I found myself dreaming
In silver and gold
Like a scene from a movie
That every broken heart knows we were walking on moonlight
And you pulled me close
Split second and you disappeared and then I was all alone
I woke up in tears
With you by my side
A breath of relief
And I realized
No, we're not promised tomorrow
So I'm gonna love you
Like I'm gonna lose you"
"Like I'm Gonna Lose You" by Meghan Trainor featuring John Legend
Chapter Three: The Grangers
When Hermione awoke the next morning, tangled in Draco's arms, she felt thoroughly satisfied. Rarely in her adult life had she been allowed to feel content, nearly complete in her everyday ins and outs. These moments were often so subtle she missed them before they happened, but today, as she pried open her eyes and stared at the serene expression of a sleeping Draco Malfoy, she knew this was one of those times. In four days time, the engagement ring on her finger would be paired with a wedding band, and with it, the promise of a future till death did they part.
Marriage wasn't something either one of them was a stranger to. When they had said 'I do' last time, they meant forever. However, the universe felt it prudent to rip Ron from her life and set the wheels in motion for Draco and Astoria's divorce. This marriage would be bittersweet; it would begin a new chapter in their lives.
Gradually, Hermione began to peel herself from the many layers of blankets, arms, and legs, eventually finding her way to an upright position. She stared down at Draco, smiling. Good heavens, he could be adorable when he was sleeping. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that he couldn't cast insults or intimidating looks. For whatever reason, she felt inclined to lean forward and kiss his cheek. As her lips pressed against his face, she felt a large, warm hand curl around her waist and pulled her on top of him, chest to chest. Against her ear, Draco whispered, "G'morning, gorgeous."
She fought a blush as she whispered back, "Hello, handsome."
"Were you going somewhere?"
"I thought about getting up."
Draco tsk'd under his breath. "Sounds dreadful. Why would you want to when we could crawl back under these covers and…" Knock, knock, knock!
"Are you both decent?"
Groaning, Draco threw his head back against the pillow. "Go away, Potterette!"
"No!" a very diligent Ginny could be heard on the other side of the door. "We've only four days until your nuptials, and there's still lots to do! I'll ask again - are you decent?"
"Haven't been a day in my life!" Draco shot back, and Hermione rolled her eyes.
"She's beginning to mirror Molly more and more each day," Hermione muttered under her breath.
"I heard that!" said Ginny. "I'll be downstairs. I expect you both up and ready in fifteen!"
"Tell me again why we decided to make her the wedding coordinator?" asked Draco.
Prying herself up to sit while attempting to modestly cover her breasts, Hermione pursed her lips. "You know why. Astoria being sick and all…"
His face fell. "Suck the life out of everything, why don't you?" He wrapped his fingers around her wrists and forced her arms down at her sides. "Why do you insist on trying to cover yourself up? You know I enjoy the view."
"Yes, exactly," she said, "which is why I know that if I let you 'enjoy the view', we will never be downstairs on time."
"Touché." Draco released her and chuckled. "Although, I'm not completely opposed to a quickie…"
With another roll of her eyes, Hermione jumped out of bed and scampered over to the walk in closet, shutting the door behind her. "You're incorrigible!" she laughed.
"And you love it!" a muffled voice said from the other side. The door pried open and Draco, in only a set of boxers, smirked impishly at her. "You can't hog the closet, Hermione. I have clothes in here, too." His eyes scraped over her exposed form, drinking her in.
Selecting a flowy skirt from the closet, she teased, "What happened to Granger?"
"Oh, did someone like it?" Draco strolled up directly behind her, nestling his nose into the crook of her neck. "Granger."
A small part of Hermione giggled inside, but the rest of her was hit with a sudden wave of lust. Her fingers curled tighter around the hanger in her hand as she attempted to hold back a shudder, failing miserably. It was the way he growled her surname that had her knees shaking and cheeks flushed.
"Soon, you won't be able to call me that."
"You're right," he agreed. "Soon, it'll be Malfoy." A hand curled around her waist and dipped between her thighs, fingers instantly finding their favorite place. Closing her eyes, she leaned back against him and let his fingers work their magic as he continued, "My wife. And then you'll moan as my wife, and when I bury my cock inside of you, it'll be inside my wife." From the outside, Hermione was sure anyone else would have giggled, but the way in which he said the word 'wife' gave her heart startling palpitations. It was possessive and needy and intimate. And it solidified her want to be a family even more than they already were; it might appear as a piece of parchment to some, but to Draco and Hermione, it was a lifetime guarantee of a partner to share the loads of day-to-day with. Something about the dependability and partnership was sexier than what any lust-filled, tawdry one-night-stand could offer.
"What if I wanted to hyphenate?"
Draco's fingers stilled against her clit. "Over my dead body."
"Careful. I know where you sleep, Mister Malfoy."
"As do I, Missus Malfoy."
Another shudder. She didn't want to, but Hermione managed to move his hand away from her, and she grabbed up the first shirt in her sight before breezing past him and out of the closet. "Best hurry, or Ginny's going to use her bat-bogey hex on you!" Quickly, she jogged to the bathroom, locked the door behind her, and laughed quietly to herself.
No, this wasn't the life she pictured straight out of Hogwarts, but Hermione was extremely satisfied with it, nonetheless.
"Tell me, Hermione, why did you think leaving the flower order to Malfoy would be a good idea?" Ginny asked, staring around at the rows upon rows of flowers tucked away in the ballroom of the Malfoy Manor.
"I, honestly, have no clue…"
"You're lucky a stasis spell is at our disposal."
"Tell me about it," Hermione grumbled, blowing a stray curl out of her eyes. Out of the view of a nearby window, she could see Draco gliding lazily on his broomstick as Scorpius followed him on a toy version, which was charmed to fly only two three feet off the ground. A child's version of a snitch flew slowly around the yard, and Draco pretended not to see it as Scorpius pointed in its direction. It was adorable to see them together, she thought. "Where are the kids?"
"I was going to bring them, but you know Mum. If she could, she'd adopt all three of them, and Harry and I would be childless." Ginny grinned. "Speaking of Mums, when is yours due to arrive?"
Hermione's eyes went wide. How could she have forgotten? "Oh my goodness...what time is it?"
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Ginny smirk. "Relax, Hermione. Harry's on his way to the airport to pick them up as we speak. Then he'll be bringing them through the floo in our home."
Hermione felt her lungs deflate, and she leaned her forehead on Ginny's shoulder. "I'm not usually this unorganized."
"It's called being a bride, honey. You'll get used to it." Ginny patted her on the back. "And as soon as you do, the wedding will be over, and you'll be back to your tip-top shape again."
"You promise?"
"Absolutely."
"Good. Because I feel like I need a drink," Hermione groaned. "A strong one. Fruity, but effective."
"With tequila?"
"Vodka."
"Noted."
"Hermione, you know I don't enjoy wearing these scratchy muggles clothes," Draco grumbled under his breath as he watched Hermione pace back and forth in front of the fireplace. She felt his eyes on her the entire time while he fidgeted with the pockets of his jeans. "Why am I wearing them again?"
"I thought it might make my parents more comfortable when they arrived," she answered, pulling at the dry skin of her lower lip until she was sure she tasted copper. "Magic still overwhelms them, at times."
"You've been practicing magic for over twenty years now. One would think they would be used to it," he muttered back. "And the way you have Scorpius dressed…" He gestured to their son on the floor, who was rolling around in his dinosaur t-shirt and matching muggle jeans, adorning bright red sneakers as well.
"What's wrong with my clothes?" Scorpius asked with curiosity.
Hermione ribbed Draco with her elbow as she smiled and told Scorpius, "They fit you quite well. Wouldn't you agree, Draco?"
"Yes. Quite well," he stated, covering up his mistake. Grinning, the boy went back to playing with his dragon action figures.
"I can't believe we both forgot about the date."
"More like you did," quipped Draco, and upon seeing Hermione's scathing expression, he added, "What? It's not my business to keep track of your parents."
"While we wait...perhaps we should talk about the elephant in the room?"
"Elephant!?" Scorpius' head shot up. "Where?"
"It's an expression, Scorp," Draco dismissed casually. "One that I, myself, have a hard time grasping…"
"It means the obvious thing none of us want to talk about," Hermione said diligently. "And I think you know where I'm about to go with this."
"The library," they said together.
"What's a libwary?" asked Scorpius.
"A library is a place where one stores a large collection of books," answered Hermione.
"Cooooooool."
"Do you hear that, Draco? Scorpius thinks books are cooooool," she giggled, leaning into his side. She could feel his chest vibrate against her shoulder as he chuckled.
"Bookworms, the lot of you."
"Daddy tries to pretend he isn't one, but we know the truth, don't we Scorpius?" Hermione winked at her child.
With a smirk to rival his father's, Scorpius nodded. "Daddy loves books. Daddy loves books!" he began in sing-song.
"I'd like to retract my statement. You two are -what is it the muggles call it? -'Nerds.'" Draco stuck out his tongue. Softer, so Scorpius might not hear, he added, "Are you seriously considering agreeing to custody of that library?"
"And you aren't?" she asked as her heartbeat quickened.
With an indignant snort, he shook his head, still keeping his voice hushed. "Let me put it to you this way. What on Earth could I want with a library owned by one of my biggest adversaries who lusted after my future wife and nearly destroyed my entire family? - Besides, I'm rich enough to buy any book he might have there. We could just get a list and-"
"-But that's just it, isn't it? Diggle - Cain - he collected things. The Pandora Stone. The Gray Book. What if there are other things? Dangerous things? Things that are one of a kind?"
Draco's voice grew low and held a hint of frustration. "That isn't our problem, Hermione. That part of our life is over, remember?"
"Is it?" she asked, turning to face him. "I don't mean to say it isn't, but...our lives were forever changed by him, you know? What if Diggle left us that library for a reason?"
"Whatever reason it was, it's probably entirely sinister." He paused. "Are you really considering taking that library?"
Hermione's heart hurt in more ways than one. "There's a part of me that's curious. The rest of me knows...it's just too painful. Diggle might have redeemed a portion of himself in the end, but...it still doesn't take back all of the terrible things he did. To both of us." She wrapped her arms around herself as a chill crawled down her spine. "Still, I don't think he would leave it to us without a cause, and I don't see him putting myself or Scorpius in harm's way." She watched Draco's eyebrows stitch together. "Oh, come off it. You know he would have wished harm on you in a heartbeat."
Draco shrugged. "True."
"My point is, he wrote that will when he thought Abraxas might attack him in Azkaban, yes? What I can't figure out is how the will came to be in the vault...unless…" She blinked. The realization that took hold of her made her tongue numb and her head light.
"Unless what?"
"Unless he left it there the day we took him back into his vault." She felt the urge to vomit but pushed it down quickly. "Which means he had it on him when you broke him out that day."
A heavy silence fell between them for a time as they watched the fireplace, both forgetting that they were awaiting the arrival of Hermione's parents. Their thoughts rested on Diggle and how well he played the game. His game.
"Do you...you're not suggesting he knew we would break him out," said Draco with a touch of horror lodged in his throat.
"I'm saying he might have suspected it," she replied. "In which case, he knew that one day, this library would, in fact, be brought into our lives."
"Fucking Hell," Draco muttered.
"Daddy!" Scorpius chided. "No swearing!"
"I never swore," he replied. "I cursed. There's a difference."
"Oh, honestly," Hermione rolled her eyes.
"So what do we want to do about the library, then?" asked Draco. She knew that tone of voice; he was leaving it up to her. He would respect whatever decision she made, regardless of his personal feelings on the matter.
She thought about it. On the one hand, she would have a new collection of books at her disposal, and her unwavering curiosity wanted her to take the offer. But knowing that they came from the man who took away her husband and put so many people in jeopardy...her moral compass told her to put the past in the past and leave well enough alone. Her creative side thought of a very interesting loophole.
"We shouldn't take the library," she said as-a-matter-of-factly.
Surprised, Draco asked, "Oh?"
"But that doesn't mean we can't take a peek whenever Dean says yes to it."
Smirking, he replied, "Always the clever one, weren't you?"
Before Hermione could answer him to tell him just how right she was, the flames of the fireplace turned green and crackled, signaling an arrival through the floo network. She straightened her back just before Harry emerged, and with him, two soot-covered, but entirely happy, Granger parentals.
Her father, Jean Granger, was a tall, thin man with a thick head of auburn hair and a rather large nose. Her mother, Helena, was short and curvy, and wore a smile so similar to her own, Hermione felt like she was looking in a mirror. She'd definitely acquired her hair from her mother, but she gathered her bone structure from her father, along with his naturally large teeth. He, however, hadn't shrunken them with a spell, so they still were one of his most prominent features, even if they were as straight as teeth could get.
"Hermione!"
One look, and the Grangers were all arms, reaching and hugging and grinning from one ear to the other. Hermione suffocated under the weight of her father's arms and her mother's bosom, but she allowed her parents to squeeze the life out of her until she felt a tug at her skirt. Quickly, she reached down, scooped up Scorpius, and said, "Mum, Dad, you remember little Scorp."
"Oh my word!" said Jean, "This can't be Scorpius. Tell me, young man, do you have a job yet? Are you paying your bills?"
"My friend Albus has a duck at his Granny's house that has a bill!" said Scorpius, bouncing with excitement. "But I don't pay him."
"The duck or Albus?" asked Helena with a knowing grin.
Scorpius shrugged. "I don't pay anything. Daddy does."
At the mention of his name, Draco cleared his throat. All the Grangers, Hermione included, turned to face him, and Draco gave a half-sarcastic wave. "Hello."
"Is that how you greet your future in-laws?" Helena asked, placing her hands on her hips. "That will never do. Come here, Draco. Give us a hug."
"I'm not a hugger."
"You are now," said Jean. "You might as well face it. Helena's not going to let you leave this room until you give her a hug."
"Have any trouble, Harry?" asked Hermione to her best friend as she watched Draco attempt to fight off Helena's hug, only to be squished between her grip. Harry crossed his arms, admiring the spectacle as he shook his head.
"Not a one. Your parents are always so nice."
"They're dentists. Of course, they are."
"I thought I read somewhere dentists have the highest rate for suicide."
"Does it look like that to you?" asked Hermione, gesturing to her family as Helena left a lipstick stain on the side of Draco's cheek. He didn't seem as irritated by it as the first time she'd ever done it: progress.
"No, but Malfoy looks like he could die of mortification. You going to rescue him any time soon?"
"Just a minute longer," she giggled. "This is too much fun to pass up."
"How often are you flossing, Draco?" asked Helena as she reached for Draco's jaw to pry it open. He swatted her hand away like he would a fly, but Hermione's mother was determined, and she pulled his mouth open, observing his teeth with interest. She tsk'd. "Not often enough, I should say."
"The man has a sweet tooth, same as our Hermione," nodded Jean as he glanced inside Draco's mouth. If looks could kill, Hermione and Harry would be dead on the spot from the sideways glance Draco shot them. "I know wizards use cleaning spells, but it doesn't hold justice to a good, old-fashioned toothbrush and a good rinse with mouthwash…"
"-ah uu un?" Draco gargled. Translation: 'Are you done!?' Hermione had watched her parents enough in their office to understand the dental groans.
"Yes, I should say so," said Helena as she released his mouth; Draco rubbed his jaw, rather offended. "While we're in town, we should take you to the store and buy you a toothbrush that will do well with your gums. They look to be a bit sensitive…"
"Hermione!"
To the rescue, Hermione swooped in and wrapped an arm around each of her parent's shoulders. "Mum, Dad, Draco and I have you set up in the East wing. I think you'll find it rather homey. Where are your bags?"
"Oh! They're with me." Harry reached into his pockets and produced three small cubes. Hermione recognized them instantly as miniature versions of luggage. With a wave of his wand, they cubes grew in size until they were full-sized versions. "Didn't think there was a use of lugging them around."
"Quite right," said Jean, staring at the bags with a fascination that could have rivaled Arthur Weasley's when it came to muggle things. "Thank you, Harry."
"Any time, Mister Granger."
"Ah, none of that Mister nonsense, now. You're practically another son to us," Jean grinned. Out of the corner of her eye, Hermione didn't miss the subtle fall of Draco's face; it was as if he wanted to hear those words aimed at him and not Harry. It wasn't like her father was terrible to Draco, but Jean was much more standoffish than Helena when it came to opening up, that was for sure. And it reflected in the way he and Draco interacted with each other.
"What about your parents?" asked Helena to Draco. "Will they be joining us?"
His expression softening and his chest puffing out with pride, Draco replied, "Within the day."
"How is your father coping? You know...with…"
"Being a squib?" he finished. "Well, losing his magic did hit a nerve in his ego, but my father is nothing if not resilient."
"And a new sister, yes?" offered Jean, still keeping a fair bit of space between Draco. Hermione supposed she had never seen them hug. Ever.
"Victoria, but, er...well, that's a bit more complicated." Draco rubbed the back of his neck. "She doesn't exactly know...yet."
Sensing the heaviness of the conversation, Hermione attempted to steer it in a different direction. "Scorpius, you want to show your grandparents where they'll be sleeping?"
"Oooh, yeah!" Scorpius had retreated back to play with his dragons, but he sprung up, action figures in tow, and shouted, "Follow meeee!"
"Lots of energy, that one," commented Jean.
"Indeed," agreed Helena. They both gathered their bags and followed the four-year-old gleefully down the hall.
"I should go with them," stated Draco. "Knowing Scorpius, he'll lead them down to the kitchen and try to convince them to make him pancakes. - Potter." With a nod of his head, Draco strolled off to follow them.
"Dean told me about the library," Harry said once they were alone. "But...I noticed you didn't."
Sighing, Hermione crossed her arms. "I wasn't sure how you'd take the news, honestly."
"Why not?" Harry's green eyes sparkled with genuine concern. "I'm your best friend, Hermione. I thought we tell each other things like this."
"We do. But...this is still the same man that murdered Ron."
"So you knew what my answer would be."
"Don't worry, Harry. We aren't taking the library."
Sighing in relief, he blurted out, "Good." When Hermione shot him a scathing glare, he added hastily, "I just don't trust it, is all. It seems too coincidental."
"Believe me, Draco feels the same way."
"And you don't?"
"I do…but we both know Dean will take it."
"Yeah," Harry nodded. "I've tried talking him out of it. But his friendship with Diggle ran deep. As deep as ours, in some cases."
"Which is why I'm going to use that to my advantage," said Hermione. "When Dean takes the library, I'll still have access to it."
"So you don't plan on letting it go."
"Harry...do you trust me?"
"With my life," he nodded, pushing his glasses up his nose. "You know that."
"Then trust that my interest in the library is solely out of academic curiosity. And I promise, if I find anything remotely suspicious, I'll notify the Ministry immediately."
Harry seemed thoroughly satisfied with the answer. "Good. That's what I wanted to hear." He strode over to the floo, picked up a bit of floo powder from the bag on the mantle, and winked. "Alright, I have to get back to work. I'll see you later tonight for dinner, yeah?"
"Sounds good, Harry."
The next moment, he was gone, and Hermione released a pent-up sigh.
Whatever this library held, she would unravel its secrets, one way or another.
I hope ya'll enjoyed this bit of love. The next chapter progresses the plot a little, and we get to see Lucius and Narcissa!

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