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No One Can Tell Me No Now	By : TheSlytherinPhoenix Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 11696 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER OR ANY OF THE CHARACTERS AND DO NOT MAKE ANY MONEY OFF OF THE STORIES. I SIMPLY LOVE TO WRITE FANFICS IN THE POTTERVERSE CAUSE THEY ARE FUN AND ENJOYABLE TO ME. THIS IS SIMPLY FOR JOY AND PEOPLE TO READ FOR FUN.

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A/N: Did a edits and hope you enjoy
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"I still did not get my dessert.” I laughed out lazily from my bubble bath.
“You weren’t in bed.” Was his cool reply as I shook my head. I still didn’t know why it had all happened- but all because of a little boy talking to me I was now fully satisfied and lounging in a bubble bath at Malfoy Manor; a place of true horror for me once upon a time was now a permanent memory of pleasure branded into me. The man was looking at me like I was the dessert I was talking about and it made me blush.
“I was out of the clothes… that should count for something Mr. Malfoy.” I teased him, my voice holding the know-it-all tone that he had grown up with.
“Rules are rules.” Draco ran his hand through his hair before he took hold of my foot, which made me try to jerk away because being ticklish is a curse but he held me tight so I stilled and then he began to rub my foot. Bliss.
“You know.” I closed my eyes as I leaned my head against the tub, I would have called it a small hot tub personally but he insisted it was a bath tub, “If someone would have told me when I met you that one day you would be rubbing my feet I would have had them committed.” I giggled a little, feeling the soft laughter from him in his touch.
“Little miss know it all being wrong is worth using a time turner to go back and say it myself.” I splashed at him, he pulled my foot and I slipped under the water. When I came back up with a gasp he was genuinely laughing and I was still at a loss for words. “But I imagine that is as close as I will ever get to the face you’d have made.” He settled back into his spot on the opposite side of the ‘tub’ with a smirk more sexy than I could ever make one look.
“I will still kick your ass Mr. Malfoy!” I tried to be above the bubbles I was wiping off of me due to his newly found playful side; I now knew to expect anything and be on guard.
“One black eye does not mean you would win, Mrs. Malfoy.” I flushed red, the heat in my cheeks rivaled the water. That damn wine had made my tongue far too lose earlier.
“What are we going to do about the article?” I settled back into the tub once more, bubbles floating around the surface to hide me from his gaze.
“Nothing.” I was about to comment, and he knew it. “The more you argue with the paper the more they follow you for that front page gold. We ignore it and it goes away as a rumor since it was not announced to the public by our family.” It made sense, he was right.
“But when we show up to the fundraiser tomorrow-” I started after a moment, remembering his small information drop about never being with a date in public.
“We will all focus on the reason why we are there. To take the fools money that believe in the papers- use it to our advantage. Never confirm or deny the rumor just smile and move towards why they are supposed to be there.” Draco had reached for my other foot, I pulled it out of his reach. I was not willing to risk a dunk if I misbehaved. He narrowed his eye but let me have the small victory.
“Are you sure that will work?” I was skeptical, with my history and paper headlines I was uncomfortable and regretting saying I would come- a little.
“Malfoy’s, along with the other older families, are all taught how to deal with press and such things in our schooling years before Hogwarts. I am sure this will work because it is how it is done, something else will grab their attention and we will be boring news that is forgotten or disregarded as Rita’s nonsense.” I closed my eyes, of course the pure bloods all went to a preteen finishing school. “Don’t fret, Mrs. Malfoy,” he teased, “I won’t let the big bad cameras get you.”
I rolled my eyes. “If anyone hears you say that then we will be unable to fight the wave of press, people, and owls coming our way. Careful Draco.”
He moved across the tub then, sliding over my body to create a delicious friction between us that had not been there before he took me to bed. “Don’t roll your eyes at me, Mrs. Malfoy.” His voice held that damn primal edge that got me into trouble to begin with and I stiffened slightly beneath him. Once upon a time I would have mistaken that tone for sinister, but now it was something dark yes but instead it was provocative. I didn’t speak, somehow I knew better with that look in his eyes.
“Draco, are you there?” my eyes widened, it was a male voice I did not recognize and one he obviously did.
“And that would be my assistant. I am so sorry.” I didn’t have time to ask why because a man burst into the bathroom holding my bra off his finger. I was scarlet and covering myself with my arms even though the bubbles hid everything.
“For once the rumors are TRUE!” the man sounded ecstatic and outraged all at once.
“Really? You could tell I was busy and you still intrude? Is no ones privacy safe- not even Hermione’s?” Draco sounded bored, and borderline sarcastically so as if he had given up fighting the man who was dressed in vibrant blues and whites in the form a flashy suit with a lime green tie. It did not go with the dull brown eyes or ink black hair that was spiky everywhere on his head, he was also ghostly pale and the colors being so loud made it worse.
“She will get used to me just as you did, sugar.” His words were hotty, like a sassy old woman who had put up with too much in her day. “Why didn’t you tell me you had a date? I could have helped avoid this, but no- little snake has to make a big mess.” Draco actually glared at him, and even though it was not at me I still felt my heart race just slightly; for just a moment I had forgotten that he was cold enough to be a death eater once.
“I have told you not to call me that.” He stood from the tub then, reaching for a towel to wrap around himself as the intruder tried to slip a peek at his goods when the bubbles started to run down the lovely V shape that led to his manhood. It made sense now, it wasn’t my privacy the man loved to invade, it was Draco’s and the realization made me grin.
“And I have told you to let me do my job.” He crossed his arms, still not having looked at me yet. “It seems neither of us get what we want.” I giggled. Both men looked at me. I regretted it, but couldn’t stop the smile and slip of laughter even with Draco raising an eyebrow at me.
“Something to say, Mrs. Malfoy?” I made a noise between a small gasp and mild squeak and the man in the doorway dropped my bra as his hand flew to his mouth.
“You didn’t!” He was about to scream, his face was red and if steaming ears were possible naturally it would have happened.
“No.” Draco smirked, obviously enjoying the rise he got out of the older gay man. “We were making fun of it earlier at dinner with Mother.” He pulled another towel off the rack and held out so it would hide me as I stepped out of the bath.
“Such a gentlemen.” he teased us as Draco glanced at me with a smirk before looking to the man.
“Who are you?” I asked, feeling awkward standing there with a green towel wrapped around me. Even though he was obviously into the opposite sex, I had still only truly be naked around Draco and accidentally Ronald.
“My name is Ross.” The man walked out of the bathroom then. It was like he had intentionally barged in for no reason just to see if I was really there.
“I am so confused.” Draco pressed a hand to my back and guided me to the room, I glanced at the bed and blushed at the flashes the messy sheets brought back. He, literally, shoved Ross out the door and the man made a girlier noise than I would have. I was handed a robe, it wasn’t thick but it also wasn’t thin. The fabric was light against my skin but solid and smooth though it brushed against the floor since it was meant for a taller person and was the color of a shadow in the night. He slipped on a pair of long pajama pants that looked to be made out of the same material then opened the door once I was done tying the robe together.
“Let’s find out why he really came, shall we?” He gestured for me to go out the door, I sighed but went even though I wanted to crawl in bed and sleep; apparently he was as confused as me. “Why are you really here Ross?” Draco asked the man who had poured himself a drink and walked around the room like a proud peacock.
“Well since the two of YOU made headlines I have been getting owls all evening. But one of them stood out.” He held up a letter he pulled from his pocket. “It seems that Miss Granger has been offered quite a lot of money to leave you,” He paused, “by your father.” He tucked the letter away before Draco could reach for it, having started to move for it when he heard what the man said. “It is very distasteful. I would not recommend either of you read it. I came to deliver it to Narcissa, but when little Matthias told me of the guest in the house I had to know if the rumor was true after all. Though partially and not fully it must not be taken lightly.” The man was walking out of the living area in Draco’s living quarters but he wasn’t alone.
“Give it to me Ross.” Draco’s voice was stern, I would have given him the letter.
“No.” He flung the door open with dramatic flare and swayed his hips with sass as he walked away. “I don’t have to, I work for your mother.” I thought he would go after him but he didn’t, instead he closed the door and shook his head.
“Stubborn old Queen.” He mumbled “Well. If anything could make the fool reach out it would be that.” He glanced at me before walking over to wrap his arms around me. It shouldn’t have shocked me after all the things we did in his bed, but it did. “Ross handles all the mail so that way we do not have to see his letters. It has been almost a year since the last one. I’m surprised he did not offer more than money, he would rather die than see me ‘taint’ his bloodline.” Draco sounded bitter and tired with his statement as I slowly slid my arms around him.
I wasn’t shocked, with how Lucius had believed I could see him offering to take his own life as long as I made an unbreakable vow to never see his son again. “I imagine a lot of people felt that way after reading the paper.” I tried to make light of it.
“It is no ones business if you are a Malfoy or a Granger.” He kissed the top of my head. “None the less. It is late and now that Ross is here we are guaranteed to be up at dawn.”
“I bet my place sounds good now.” I laughed a bit as he nodded with a chuckle.
“He would find us there too. I promise. He is worse than the press.” He pulled me along to bed, the sight of it again bringing a mixture of remembered pleasure and exhaustion. It had been a long day and my body was sore now that the warmth from the bath was wearing off, especially my shoulder.
“What would your father say if he saw this?” I said with a smile as I yawned and curled into him under the covers. His bed was soft as clouds, the blankets warm but his body was a heater and the warmth of him was dragging me to sleep; I didn’t even hear his answer.
True to his word it was barely seven in the morning when clothes were being dropped onto the pair of us. We woke to Ross, deciding between a pair of shoes for me before he tossed them onto the bed as well. “I took the liberty of getting you some clothes to wear for the day before you slip into that lovely piece you picked for the night.” He wiggled a bit as he spoke.
I corrected him without thinking, still groggy and needing coffee. “Draco picked it.” This got me a raised eyebrow as I sat up, holding a sheet to me in a morning grouchy haze. “Go away.” I spoke softly, but it was full of ice, before I threw a pillow at him. I wasn’t nice before coffee. He ran, Draco smiled as the door shut cause I threw another pillow.
“You are never allowed to sleep at home again. He has NEVER left the room before I am out of bed.” I glared at him half heartedly, feeling that ice thaw.
“If you expect me to stay here there has to be coffee or else I will throw something at you next time too.” I smiled before closing my eyes again, taking his pillow as I laid back down.
“That’s mine.” His voice was close to the skin of my exposed shoulder, his breath warm against the chilled air of his room.
In my morning haze my tongue let lose the first thought that came to my head. “What’s yours is mine.” I teased before I fell back asleep. When I woke up again it wasn’t the Malfoy that I expected to see that was sitting in a chair at the small bistro style table in he corner of his room. “Narcissa?” I rubbed my eyes, suddenly nervous. It wasn’t as if she didn’t KNOW I was in her son’s room.. But now she was looking at me alone in his bed, naked.
“Hermione.” I stared at her, the clothes that Ross had flung on me were actually hanging up on the open closet door, the small heels sitting right below the knee length form fitting black dress with sleeves to the elbows. His mother glanced at my bruised shoulder and blushed just slightly as I slid my hair over it. “Once upon a time his father was passionate too, there is no need to hide it from me. I know the Malfoy men.” I was trying to control my breathing, I didn’t remember when I took the robe off and figured I must have gotten hot in my sleep. My wand was on the table beside the bed though, so a quick flick had the robe floating by the bed so I could slip into it when she poured what smelled like the best coffee I would ever taste in my life into two small cups.
“Thank you.” I didn’t know what else to say as I sat down at the two person table with her but after a few sips from our cups I spoke, “Where is Draco?”
She smiled at me, “Ross.” His name was a good enough explanation.
“He is quite a handful.” I joked, taking a muffin from the small pile of breakfast baked goods.
“Ross or my Son?” She glanced at me with a sly smile and I knew instantly where he got the smirk from.
“Both.” The ice was broken and we were both at ease then. It was as strange for me as it must have been for her, neither of us had had any warning from Draco about any of it and now we were adjusting. I went from business associate and possible friend to her son’s- I blinked, I had no idea what Draco and I were.
“We must go over a few things before you leave this wing of the Manor. Guests have been arriving since Dawn, it is nine by the way,” she smiled at my apologetic blush, after all it was HER son’s fault I was so tired and sore. “And we need to make sure you know the rules of the game.”
“I don’t understand.” I set the cup down gently. “What game?”
She sipped from her cup eloquently. “You deal with things as a Gryffindor, and that is perfectly fine. But you are playing in a world of Slytherin’s and Ravenclaw’s my dear and the world will be watching. Despite everything, Draco has never been seen with a woman and you two will will draw attention.” She paused, then after a moment of debate she spoke hesitantly. “His father was the same, I was the first person anyone saw him with.” She spoke in a way that suggested more than she said.
“Draco has all the good qualities Lucius let die in himself long ago.” She set her cup down, “I do not expect you to understand, but I can already tell you that it is smart to start learning how to be a Malfoy in the spotlight, Hermione.” She stood then, not giving me a chance to speak, I stood out of habit and manners being a part of my upbringing. “You should get dressed. Draco is waiting for you in the dinning hall.” She left then, closing the door behind her.
I was at a loss as I sat back down in my chair. “What does that even mean?” I questioned her absence, I was alone and the room was silent- I was talking to myself. What had I gotten myself into? After I finished my cup I slipped into the clothes, wondering just how Ross had gotten my size since the dress fit like a second skin. A quickly mumbled spell had my hair tamed and no longer frizzy but full of waves and curls that were tamed and smooth, I did the same thing for my makeup, making sure it was suitable in the mirror as it finished applying itself to my eyes and lips. I slipped into the heels and prepared myself to leave the room, I did not want to start seeing people since I had been away from them all and to myself for so long. Draco was already so much to take in, and even though I enjoyed it all I was still so very used to being alone.
I made my way towards the sound of voices, my heels clicking gently along the floor as I pulled my shoulders up straight. I told myself it wasn’t any different than walking into work or one of the meetings held here for the elf rights- I was wrong.
When I walked into the overly large dinning room that had a table filled with brunch styled foods and drinks most of the people stopped speaking and glued their eyes to me. I stood in the entry way, my heart in my throat and pulse choking me; I needed to go back to his room and hide. I would have turned around, Gryffindor bravery be damned, but then he was walking towards me with a smile that wasn’t in place until I entered the room. “Mione.” He shortened my name, something both Harry and Ronald had done but somehow it sounded like something that should be used in private, it was intimate when he said it.
“Draco.” I spoke back, biting my lip before I realized that we had forgotten the room briefly as he brushed a hand over my cheek before, as he seemed to always do, he placed a hand at the small of my back and guided me into the room. Apparently we were using first names in public and he didn’t care if the world saw him touch me; it was both exciting and terrifying.
“As you see. Miss Granger has decided to aid my mother with the fundraiser this year. And who better than the most famous muggleborn of our age to educate our guests on why they should donate to our cause.” He worked me into the conversation as if I had been among them a thousand times. No one dared question him and they all made sure to refer to me as “Miss Granger.” when they spoke to me about the details of the summer program, and I had to admit that Narcissa had outdone herself with this one.
She had come up with the idea of a sort of summer resort for the muggles to come to over the months prior to their children going into Hogwarts. It would have access to magical history books, lectures and events that would slowly introduce the families and new students to the world of magic and then it offered a guide of Diagon Alley so that way when they went to buy their supplies they wouldn’t wander for hours as my family had in confusion and overwhelmed awe. “Mione?” I looked up at Draco, “Anything you think we could add that would benefit?”
The room went silent again, I noticed that a few of the old men in the room were trying to hide shocked faces as Narcissa and Draco both waited for me as I re-looked over a few details in the documents that had been presented. “I do think one thing should be added.” I looked up at Narcissa, who nodded for me to go on. “On my first day I remember that it took some convincing to get me and my family onto the platform for the train. It is quite against muggle nature to run straight into a brick wall. I would recommend setting up something similar for them to practice and get comfortable with so that way the drop off day goes without a hitch.”
It was agreed that it was a great idea and after a few more details about costs and staff to be considered everyone went their separate ways until the ball would start. Both mother and son looked at me and I worried that I had done something wrong. “You handled that better than I thought you would.” Draco spoke first.
“Nonsense. I told you she could handle those old fools just as she did with the statues at the ministry when we presented our bills for the house elves.” She seemed proud of me, which was strange since I had not done a thing at all.
“She didn’t know who she was talking to this time though, so it killed any nerves she would have had.” He smirked at me, waiting for it.
“What does that mean?” He wasn’t disappointed.
“That was the head of every ministry around the globe Hermione. You just addressed what muggles would call our ‘united nations. It is how all the ministries are able to maintain control and decide the laws, by having a committee that meets for such events as these to discuss introducing new laws.”
“New laws? What new laws?” I couldn’t believe he hadn’t told me what was going on- I would have worn my hair up! I wanted to smack him, but from the look in his eye he knew what I was thinking and shook his head just a smidge. I made a face and released a breath to calm myself down, there was no use panicking now cause the meeting was over.
Narcissa spoke, obviously hopeful “At the resort the use of underage magic will be exempt during activities from expulsion so as to help the children have a more successful first day and it will be exposing whole families of muggles to our world. If we cannot convince them to change the laws then they wont be able to get the practice in that children from magical families grow up able to do until they get a wand. Most magical children born into families that know of it grow up learning most of the information you were taught in the first months at Hogwarts. This would help them understand magic before walking in the doors as the other students do already.”
“Oh. Well. That actually makes perfect sense.” I was pulled back into the world of fundraising by her plans for a magical hotel on the grounds so that way they could be fully immersed in the world before being shipped off into it. All the while I could feel Draco’s hand at my back, his thumb gently rubbing against me. It kept my pulse in my throat and my breath on edge when he would occasionally slip his hand further around me and grip my hip. Had I not felt his hands grabbing my hips in a very different way hours before I probably wouldn’t have felt like every nerve ending was being zapped when he did it.
His mother was called away by an arriving guest and he stole the moment for himself. When I had turned to say goodbye Draco spun me the rest of the way so that I was easier for him to lift up onto the table. “Ross did this on purpose.” He growled into my ear, his hands roaming up my outer thighs over the tight fabric. “He knew I would be distracted by you and instead of having fun aggravating the ancients.” I couldn’t focus now and lost myself as his hand tangled in my hair after gliding up my spine to press me into him as he spoke.
A gasp left me, his death grip slowly pulled my head back in an overly controlled motion that was starting to drive me insane. He was able to use such strength on me and managed to stop just before he hurt me, it was a talent I did not think was real beyond my secret books. “Draco.” I breathed out his name, his lips coming to kiss up my neck and along my jaw as he spoke.
“Say it again.” His words were as rough as his grip and I felt everything that was woman about me tighten between my legs. His hips were pressed tight against mine and I could feel the beginnings of his arousal starting to press into me. If I said it again I wondered if he would take me right there and risk anyone walking in on us or if he would mark me again as he had in the library. I could say his last name but that put the risk of him getting cocky and using our private joke in public.
The longer it took me in my pause to figure out what to do the more time he had to do as he pleased it seemed, I could feel the zipper at the top of my spine being slowly worked down. I caved, knowing I could not win this game. His mother’s words whispered along my spine, I was in the snakes house. “Draco.” I whispered into his ear before playing by his rules. I nipped his earlobe, my nails digging into his hips as I pulled him into me. He groaned, having not expected me to play along since the risks were higher in public at the moment. I could play his game, and once I figured out all the rules I would beat him at it one day. But that wasn’t now and my zipper kept going south with his fingers till he could move the dress off the shoulder with his bruise.
My breath caught in my throat as he pressed his lips to it before he gently pressed his teeth to the same spot. It hurt instantly but he released my hair and gripped just under my knee to pull me into him where he ground himself into me for a distraction from the mild pain. He released the gentle bite, my breath coming out in shakes as he fixed my sleeve and pulled my zipper back though he kept me pulled against him and I could feel the slight tremble in my muscles that had him smirking. He was daring me to play, and I knew he was. “My good girl.” That phrase was almost as dangerous as the Mr or Mrs ruse the press created in our sexual banter the night before.
He had won so many moments and I needed to get him back for the tub incident. Hard floors gave the advantage of hearing shoes coming so I would have warning if I paid enough attention- somehow. With how he held my knee I laid back on the large table that had been the center piece of the room, my hips angled just right due to his grip. I drug my hands from his hips, to my thighs, and up along my ribs as his eyes followed them. The hunger in them was empowering and I had to truly focus on keeping my ear out for shoes clicking. As my palms ran over my breasts I took a moment to gently massage them for him, feeling myself blush slightly before I kept going up along my neck and into my hair so I could shift it all to one side and expose the unmarked side of my neck before my hands rested above my head.
I was laid out on the table like it was a bed and I was waiting for him to tie me up. I could tell by the look in his eyes that he was fighting himself more than he was me, and I was winning. He had broken me so many times already- won with his words, glances, and touches. It was my turn to make him beg for a moment because odds are I wouldn’t catch him off guard again after this. The icing on the cake happened all at once, I rotated my hips against his hardness as I softly moaned out “Mr. Malfoy.”
I had expected him to take hold of me or make himself move away in defeat, and possibly even spank me for daring say the words. But what I didn’t think he would do was exactly what he did. “Mrs. Malfoy.” He spoke clearly in the room, taking his checkmate as he flicked his wrist at the door to the sound of oncoming shoes I had missed. They slammed shut and I heard the lock click in place, his hands had his pants undone in the moment it took me to squeak and stare at the door in shock. The violent jerk against my hip accompanied with the sound of ripping lace brought me to the man that was guiding himself into me.
I couldn’t have stopped the moan even if I wanted too because it had all happened so suddenly; I had tried to rush the king and ended up losing the whole game because instead of teasing him I was now being fucked into oblivion in the dinning hall. His hand clamped over my mouth as he started in at a rough and steady pace that managed to hit a special spot inside of me. It didn’t take me long before I was unwound beneath him and it took him holding my hands above my head with his other hand to keep me in the position beneath him that pressed the magic spot inside of me.
I had never experienced the kind of silence that the orgasm he gave me took me too before, it was like static took over for a few moments and my vision went white like I had looked into the sun for too long. It was only for a few seconds but it felt like longer to me, because as his movements came to a peak he buried himself in me and I could feel the addictive pressure that was his release that filled me. I gasped into a moan, arching up into him as I heard myself and realized he had released my mouth but I was not sure when.
After a few moments of the only noise in the room being our harsh breathing he kissed me softly before chuckling out the words, “Remind me to thank Ross later.”
I couldn’t help it, I giggled a little as the whole situation came into realization for me. “Oh my god.” I giggled again, but it was interrupted by a moan as he pulled himself out of me. I sat up as he stepped back, righting his clothes as I did the same, though he was a gentleman and repaired my underwear for my with his wand while I fixed my now tangled hair with mine.
He held them out to me much like Ross had held my bra the night before and it made me grin a bit. “Look who is learning to play.” He teased as I snatched them from him playfully.
“Who would have thought the risk made it more fun.” I joked, then realized I was not joking and couldn’t even blame the wine this time since I hadn’t had any.
He eyed me then, his hair still slightly tousled. “You should have been in Slytherin. We would have had so much fun.” I shook my head with a smile that faded as he we opened the door to Ross with crossed arms and seeming as aggravated as wet hornet.
“Really you two?” I at least had the decency to blush while Draco shrugged with a slight grin.
“You chose her dress. Not me.” He smirked as Ross scoffed, obviously not knowing how to respond to that.
“How long have you been standing there?” I asked, rethinking wanting to find wine to blame after all.
“A few moments” he responded, though he was busy glaring at Draco which meant he thought he was to blame when really it was me. I took the mini-victory but also knew that meant someone else had been walking towards the room when he shut the door. “It only took that long to realize why the door was closed. Honestly, are you two TRYING to make my job more difficult?” he walked away in a huff. “Silencing Spells! Manners!”
“I think he likes you.” Draco placed a hand on my back as we headed towards where I assumed Narcissa was because voices were getting louder.
“What makes you say that?” I hadn’t gotten a hint from Ross at all as far as I could tell.
“He actually thought about the clothes he picked for you. I’ve watched him throw my fathers women out of the house before my mother could come home and he never so much as handed them anything other than shame and rude remarks when he saw them.” I must have looked as shocked as I felt. “If he didn’t like you, you would know by now.” We rounded an entry way and Narcissa and Matthias were there, waiting with a private lunch away from guests in the garden. Narcissa knew it was my favorite place in the Manor and it had become our habit to eat in it when I visited, apparently it had stuck.
“Hermione!” Matthias was running to me for a hug as Narcissa shook her head.
“Hello Matthias. How are your lessons?” That was all it took for the boy to take my hand to pull me away from Draco to the table. Narcissa was a life saver, she had Wilkens bring out three mimosas and it was with a soft clink that we toasted to the potential success of the night.
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