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Magical Orphans	By : mrsaturtle Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 3092 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
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A/N: Beautiful readers, it's been too long. Sorry. Life is a fickle crazy bitch XD
So much betalove to gidgetmalfoy!
Chapter 4
It had been a week since Draco had brought Ariana home. They had settled into a comfortable routine, and the first night had been the only hiccup. She had gone to bed after a bath at around 9 o'clock, and just as he was heading to bed at half past eleven he heard her crying. He rushed up the stairs to find her hiding under her covers.
"Ariana, sweetheart what's wrong?" he said sitting on the edge of her bed.
She peeked her head out from under the covers, and her blue eyes found his. "I was scared. I woke up and forgot where I was and it was so dark."
Draco pulled her from the bed and held her tightly against him. "Darling, I'm sorry, it is rather dark. Let's add some light." Draco pushed his magic towards the lamp and turned it on.
Looking down he saw tears yet to be shed and kissed her head, rocking her back and forth. After a few minutes he felt her relax into him.
"Are you ready to go back to sleep?" he asked quietly.
Ariana's hands tightened around his shirt, "No! I don't want to be alone." Fresh tears began marking her cheeks.
"Ok, darling, want to come to bed with me?"
Sniffling, she shook her head.
Every night since that night he would put her to bed. She would insist that he read a princess book to her. He had finally learned the name of the princesses having read the books countless times.
At some point in the night, Draco would feel Ariana climb into bed with him and snuggle up to him, so he would pull her tight and kiss the top of her head before falling back to sleep.
His mother was over almost daily, baking treats with Ariana, or taking her shopping for clothes. To say Ariana was being spoiled would be an understatement, he had joked with his mother that the Malfoy vaults would soon be empty if they didn't watch out.
Hermione had joined them for dinner almost every evening since. It was these beautiful nights filled with laughter, tickling, and playing elaborate games only a five year old could dream up.
Draco was currently helping Ariana brush out her kitten, which she had finally named Aster, when he heard the whoosh of the fire from the other room. He looked up to see Hermione walking out of the library, already beginning to take off her ministry robes as she walked over.
"Hermione!" Ariana squealed, as she stood up and ran over to the older witch. "Aster is getting brushed, she's so soft, come feel!"
Hermione picked her up, and adjusted the little girl on her hip, and sat down across from Draco as he continued to hold onto the squirming kitten. "I'm sure she's soft, but she doesn't seem very happy about it," Hermione chuckled. "Your papa seems to have his hands full."
"Papa can handle it, he's much bigger."
"That he is, love. What have you been doing today?" Hermione asked, as she adjusted her onto her lap.
"Nan and I went clothes shopping and papa had a call with his friend," the little girl explained. "Papa was supposed to eat lunch, but his sandwich is still in there, I saw it."
Draco looked annoyed, "It wasn't a friend, it was Callum for our weekly business call." He finally let go of the squirming kitten that promptly ran away, and began licking itself.
Hermione smiled at him, while he lowered his sleeves and buttoned them again. "What should we have for dinner tonight?" she asked the five year old, who had shown curiosity at ethnic foods.
"Pizza!" the five year old squealed.
"Did you want to get Chinese again tonight or tapas? You loved the tapas," Hermione encouraged, running her fingers through Ariana's curly hair.
"No! I want pizza! Nan took me for spaghetti today and I wanted pizza!" Ariana whined.
"Ok, darling, we can order pizza. Do you want to wait here with papa while I go grab some?" Hermione asked.
"No, I want to go with you."
"Draco should we both just take her out? I know a wonderful place near the Ministry that she would like." Hermione smiled at him.
"Yes, we can. Let me change first." Draco stood, before reaching for Ariana. "You must get changed into warmer clothes."
Fifteen minutes later, the three were walking down a busy London street, having floo'd into the ministry and left from the visitors' entrance. Ariana asked questions the whole way.
"Why don't we wear robes around the muggles?" "What if it's cold?" "Why don't wizards make pizza?"
Draco and Hermione took turns answering her many questions as she held their hands and walked between them.
Finally arriving at Roselli's Pizza, they ordered and sat down in a small booth towards the back, pleased that very few people were around. Draco whispered to Ariana to remember not to discuss too much around muggles.
"How was work today?" Draco asked Hermione as she settled into the booth.
"Dull, at the moment I'm still finishing up writing on the Wolfsbane Programme, and trying to find the right way to distribute and how to do so without a registry, which most of my colleagues are pushing for." She sighed, "If it's not open hostility for muggleborns, its wolves and other creatures."
Draco looked towards Ariana who was coloring. "I know it's difficult, but if anyone can find a way, it'll be you."
"Yes but a registry will take us back years, and even though they say, it could be changed eventually, I need to find a way to distribute without adding to a list." Hermione's voice was heavy with stress.
They were silent a moment and both of them watched as Ariana colored in an ocean picture. "What's a registry?" Her voice just a little higher than a whisper.
Hermione looked at Draco, who waited, wanting to give a good explanation, "Well, a registry is a list of people or things, that you keep track of." Hermione nodded.
"But if it's a list why would my mommy be on it?" Ariana asked, looking up from her paper.
"Well-um," Draco began, but stopped unsure of how to explain it.
"A few years ago, before you were born, a bad guy, tried to make a list of all the muggleborns so he could keep track of them," Hermione explained.
"Oh, that's not very nice," Ariana replied, before picking up the blue crayon and continuing to color.
Draco and Hermione both, watched her as she colored than looked up at one another and shrugged.
Draco cleared his throat, "Did you hear my mother is throwing a charity ball for the agency this Saturday?"
"Yes. Susan gave me an invitation."
Draco rubbed his sweaty palms on his pants before asking, "Well, would you like to go together? Ariana will be at Aunt Andy's house with Teddy for the night."
Hermione smiled, nodding, "Of course."
"Let me know what color your dress will be so I can coordinate. May I pick you up at five o'clock for dinner beforehand?"
"That would be great."
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It was Saturday after and Hermione found herself at her favorite nail place, getting a pedicure and manicure with Ginny, Luna, and a very emotional Emily.
"Gin, you still able to come over and help with my hair?" Hermione asked, leaning back against the massaging chair while the attendant started painting her toenails.
They had already finished getting their nails done, Hermione opting for her typical pink for her toes and nude for her fingers policy, while Ginny had picked a dark green for her feet, because she said it was festive. Luna chose a beautiful blue for her hands and feet, that she swore would keep away Wrackspurts, and Emily went with a beautiful red, because she couldn't make a decision.
"Yeah, but I have to be back by six. Mum and Dad are having everyone over for dinner. Luna you and Neville are invited." Ginny added looking at the blonde witch, who was reading a muggle newspaper, back to front.
"Draco is picking me up at five," Hermione remarked, not looking up from her tabloid.
"Ok. We'll be there," Luna said in her dreamy voice, turning back to the paper.
"Em, will Ron be there or is he working again?" Ginny asked.
"Working, so probably late, but I floo'd him before I left reminding him about the dinner." She sighed, "He'll show up anyways because if there isn't food at home, he'll go to your mom's." She chuckled.
"So are you nervous 'Mione?" Ginny prodded. She'd been asking a myriad of questions since Hermione had told her about her "date" with Draco.
"No, not really." Hermione sighed, putting her tabloid down. She much preferred muggle tabloids to wizard ones. "He and I get along well, and if I'm nervous it's only about tripping on my dress," she added smiling.
"Well you owe me details tomorrow at lunch. Harry said he asked you to come over," The redhead insisted.
"Yes, he did. Did he tell you about seeing Draco and Ariana?" Hermione inquired.
"NO! What in the name of Merlin? What happened?" Ginny exclaimed! Her slip of Merlin into a normal conversation caused a curious glance from the nail technicians, but they kept working.
"Well, Draco and Ariana came by work on Wednesday to drop off flowers for me, and take me to lunch. Afterwards, they walked me back to my office, and Harry was inside waiting on me." Hermione normally didn't leave for lunch, so she wasn't surprised Harry had let himself into her locked office and waited for her return. "Draco and Ariana only stayed a bit longer, because Ariana introduced herself to Harry. She's still a bit too young to understand who he is, thank Godric, but Harry was really sweet with her, and Draco and Harry were shockingly polite to one another. Harry even told him about some quiet muggle parks to take Ariana to." Hermione smiled to herself, thinking of the beautiful marigold and aster bouquet that adorned her desk this week.
"I'll kill that scared idiot for not telling me! He knows I never get to hear about anything good, being home with two wild boys." Ginny fumed, causing Hermione, Luna, and Emily to laugh.
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1 hour later, Hermione and Ginny had said goodbye to Luna and Emily, with plans to meet for lunch later during the week. They headed back to Hermione's to get her ready.
"Ok let me see the dress!" Ginny squealed as soon Hermione unlocked the front door.
Hermione chuckled and walked back to her bedroom and into her large walk-in closet. Hanging in the center was a long navy ball gown.
"Sweet Salazar, it's beautiful!" Ginny marveled, gently running her hand up and down the lace sleeves and bodice. "Please tell me you bought some knickers for this beautiful dress."
Hermione laughed, "Yes, but Gin, it's backless. I don't wear a bra with it." Her cheeks flushed at the admission.
"It'll be fine, remember Fleur's dress for the War Fund Gala? It was backless, and she's much larger on the top than you are," Ginny assured her. "Ok let's get your hair done."
30 minutes later, Hermione sat in front of her full-length mirror, her bushy curls tamed, and braided into a halo on top of her head. She had opted for no jewelry, earrings, or necklace, to accentuate the amount of skin she was showing. Ginny had helped with Hermione's makeup, giving her a bold red lip, which she assured the now nervous witch was perfect with her smoky eyes.
"'Mione, you're stunning," Ginny said stepping back to get a better look at the brunette.
Hermione sat in the chair looking at her reflection, nervously clenching her hands on her yoga pants. "It's not too much?"
"No, it's perfect. If he doesn't get an instant hard-on, then I'll kiss the giant squid." Ginny giggled, starting to clean up the makeup and hair supplies.
Hermione continued to stare at her reflection, trying to gather the courage she needed. When she had bought the dress, she was just in awe of how well it fit her body. The shopkeeper had assured her the low back was perfect on her. Now, however; with the prospect of wearing it in front of Draco, she had butterflies.
"Ok, let's get you dressed, you only have about thirty minutes before your prince charming shows up," Ginny teased.
Halfway through getting Hermione's dress on, they both turned as they heard a loud whooshing of the floo.
"Oh shit! He's early!" Hermione exclaimed, her hands covering her breasts, while the dress was half way up her body.
"Well tell him to hold on," Ginny muttered, still holding up the dress.
"Draco? I'll just be a few more minutes! Can you please wait out there?" Hermione called out.
They both heard a distant "Of course." before they continued to get Hermione's dress on. Once everything was zipped up, Hermione stood in front of the mirror again, pulling her breasts in just the right way that the lace covered her nipples, as Ginny fluffed out the short train.
Standing in front of Hermione, Ginny smiled, "You look amazing. If my daft husband doesn't start taking me out more often, I'll find some arm candy who will!"
Hermione smiled nervously, smoothing the sides of her dress.
Ginny tapped her foot impatiently looking at Hermione. "What the bloody hell are you waiting for? Go down!" Her voice insistent.
Hermione huffed, but turned and walked out of her bedroom. As she turned the corner into the family room, she saw Draco bent over one of her bookshelves, perusing the titles. Clearing her throat softly, she smiled as he turned.
Draco's mouth hung open as he looked at the beautiful witch before him. He couldn't help but look her up and down, his eyes finally landing on her beautiful eyes. He had never seen her look more beautiful.
Ginny cleared her throat behind Hermione. "Hello, Draco." The red-head walked forward, extending her hand to shake his.
Draco pulled his eyes away from Hermione with a slight shake of his head, trying to regain brain function. "Oh, hi. Mrs. Potter, I take it?" he asked politely.
"The one and only." Ginny smiled. Turning back to look at Hermione, "'Mione, I think you left your clutch on your bed."
"Oh yes, I'll be right back," Hermione stammered, walking back down the hallway.
As soon as her train disappeared behind the wall the red-head rounded on the blonde.
"You! Listen to me right now!" she hissed. "I know Hermione says you've gone through a lot of changes, and you're a different person. I know you're a father now and that speaks highly of you. I also looked up what you had to do after your trial, so I know about the re-education and therapy, but let me make something very clear. You spent your childhood tormenting my husband, brother and best friend who I consider my sister. If you do anything to hurt her, I will hunt you down and cut off your favorite appendage." She gave him a maniacal grin before adding, "I hope you have a good time tonight, hopefully we'll see more of you around."
Draco again caught his mouth hanging open, but before he could give much thought to what she had just said, Hermione made her way back into the room.
"Well, I better take off. Need to go get ready for dinner." Ginny walked over and hugged Hermione tightly, then floo'd back home.
Hermione stood near the fireplace, smiling shyly, while Draco walked towards her.
Laying his hand tenderly on her cheek, he murmured, "You look gorgeous." Leaning forward he captured her lips, and running his tongue along her lower lip, coaxed her lips open. Has hand went to her back, to pull her deeper, but his fingers touched nothing but flesh.
Pulling away, he leaned around her to see her glorious back completely exposed, down to just above her bum. His eyes widened, as her turned back, her cheeks flush.
"Sweet Salazar, are you trying to kill me?" His voice low, as he ran his fingertips up and down her back, earning a delicious tingle.
"Do you like it?" Hermione asked shyly.
"Like it?" Draco scoffed, "You've never looked more beautiful. I thought you were gorgeous in that dress at the Yule Ball, but this. This dress, is made for worshiping." He paused before chuckling, "You should wear this everywhere. Never take it off."
Hermione giggled. "Thank you, it feels amazing. Sometimes lace is rather itchy, but this. It's heavenly."
Draco moved his hand over to the lace sleeves, running his hands over them, he grasped her hand tightly, before planting a kiss on each knuckle. "Our reservations are at five, would you like to side-along with me?"
"Yes, please." Hermione normally not fond of side-along, couldn't help but allow him to be the gentleman and lead the way, her feet leaving the floor as he spun them on the spot.
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Hermione's heels clicked as they made contact with the marble of the library's fireplace. Her head still slightly fuzzy from the three very expensive, champagne flutes. She tried to focus on the last 30 minutes of the ball.
Draco and Hermione had spent most of the Charity Ball dancing, breaking a few times when Draco needed to shake hands and thank people for their generous donations. Sometimes he would pull out his picture of Ariana giggling on the swings, which would always result in a rather larger exchange of galleons.
Hermione's nerves had fully set in when they had arrived and she saw that it truly was a ball, filled with lots of dancing. She had never been very coordinated, and had begged Draco to allow them to sit along the wall. He had chuckled and whispered in her ear, "I won't let you fall." before grabbing her and pulling her flush with his body and leading her through more dances than she could count.
His hand rested firmly on the small of her back, keeping her steady, and he was true to his word, she never fell or even stumbled. By the end of it she was feeling graceful and aroused. His body was firm under her hands and she longed to feel more than just his shoulder blades, neck and back. He had stolen a few kisses when he was sure no one was paying attention. If they were, no one said anything.
When they would pause to socialize, everyone was incredibly polite, and not a hint of the old prejudices were felt in that room. Hermione had wondered if Narcissa had cut it all out of her social circles, and tucked the question away for another time.
It had been in the last 45 minutes, when Hermione had reached for her fourth champagne flute, only to watch it delicately taken from her by her charming date.
"Hey, I wanted that," she whined, stomping her foot in protest, which only earned her a low chuckle. She watched as he pulled out his wand from the breast pocket of his robes, and gently tapped the flute, which turned into sparkling water.
"There you are beautiful, exactly what you need." His voice was low, as he purred the last word at her, causing her heart to speed up a bit.
She took the glass and sipped the water a bit, annoyed that it truly was refreshing and hit the spot perfectly.
As soon as she had taken the last sip, Draco had removed it from her hand, and spun her into him, leading her back onto the dance floor. His agile movements enchanted her as he spun them around, finally making their way to the opposite side of the ballroom. He let go of her back, and grabbed her by the hand, leading her away from the dance floor.
He was completely mesmerizing, the way he just directed her. If it were any other person, she was sure it would annoy her and drive her batty, but the way he just took control was comforting.
Draco led them towards his mother who was talking to the head waiter, "Mother," his voice ringing out, catching Narcissa's attention.
"Draco!" His mother exclaimed her voice warm and loving. "And Miss Granger, what a pleasure to see you my dear." Narcissa leaned forward and they kissed on the cheeks. She leaned away her hands still holding onto Hermione's forearms. "My dear, wherever did you get that lovely frock?"
Hermione's face flushed, as she noted how Narcissa's hands on her arms didn't feel threatening or odd, but in a way comforting. As the thought floated through her mind, Narcissa pulled her arms back, and watched Hermione waiting. "Oh, a muggle dress shop in Soho."
"Well if they have anything for women my age, I beg you take me there soon. I need some new dresses," Narcissa smiled.
"Of course. Anytime."
"I'll owl you for tea and shopping sometime soon." Narcissa then turned to her son, "Darling, I need to get back to the waiter, we've come into some trouble with the drinks."
"Don't worry mother, I was just going to show Hermione the library, I think we have some books she might be interested in." Draco smiled, Hermione gawking, having no idea that was his intention.
"Hermione, take whatever you need," Narcissa said as she hugged Draco and waved goodbye to Hermione.
Draco again held firmly onto Hermione's hand, opening a side door from the ballroom into a long hallway. It was lined with dark wood paneling and white marble floors, every few feet a candelabra was hung along the walls, enchanted to be brighter than average candlelight. Portraits hung along the walls, mostly of landscapes, or buildings. Draco didn't say anything as he led her away from the music and the other couples. They turned a few times off the main hallway, and on the last turn, he pulled her sharply to the left before pushing her back up against a door.
Draco knelt his head, and took possession of her lips. His hand once again found the small of her back, and he pulled her up into his embrace.
Their bodies fit together perfectly; his was strong and overwhelming, but tender, while hers was soft and gentle, but lithe. A delicate moan escaped her mouth as his hand caressed her breast, igniting her arousal.
He teased her like that for a few brief moments, before her pulled away, with a swift adjustment of his pants. "I have something I want to show you." His smile was wicked and mischievous, as he grasped her hand once more, and turned her towards the doors she had just been pushed against.
Letting go of her hand, he grasped the doorknobs on the double doors in front of them, and pushed them open wide.
Hermione gasped, and felt her brain and body stop for a split second.
She had never seen a more beautiful room in all her life. It was greater than the library in her favorite animated Disney movie. The library was three stories tall, with bookshelves lining almost every square inch of the walls. Two large windows dominated the wall opposite them, and a glass domed ceiling was enchanted to act as planetarium at night. The room was still dark, and Draco knew she still hadn't realized the actual size of the room.
Her breath was caught in her throat, as she felt the wizard next to her, lean close and whisper, "Breathe, love."
Draco watched his witch closely, as they took everything in, it was much like seeing his daughter light up when she saw something that she loved. It was a pure and innocent excitement, and he was so grateful to have been witness to it.
Curling his fingers through hers, he pulled her into the room, but stopped in the center, where surrounded by small rows of bookshelves was a small sitting area. He continued to watch as she turned on the spot, taking in everything.
Just as she seemed to be coming to her senses again, Draco's voice ripped through the air, a loud "Lumos Incendio!" Hermione stopped moving, and watched in wonder as the room grew, or as the lights in the distant parts of the room suddenly sprang to life, expanding the room to almost double its size.
Draco moved behind her now, his hand resting on her hips and her back against his chest. Feeling her heart race was almost as good as watching her. She continued circling, Draco following her lead.
After almost 3 minutes, of Draco nuzzled into her neck, she spun in his arms. "I have never been in a room more beautiful." Her voice cracked, with emotion.
"I thought you would like it. It's the jewel of the manor, no other room like it in the country. It was modeled after our ancestor's home in France." He gave the room a glance before looking back at his witch. "I have some books you might enjoy." He let go of her, and leaving her where she was, walked to the shelf near them, and removed three tomes from the top, waiting.
"They'll help you in your research for Werewolves. I know it's your pet project." He smirked. Before she could reach for them however, he pulled out his wand again, and waved it over the books, which disappeared.
"But..." Hermione began, but his lips captured her lips again, having closed the distance between them in three long strides.
When he finally let her go he whispered, "I've sent them to your house, they're waiting for you there." He paused, drawing a long finger under her jaw line, "Would you like to take a look around?"
Hermione bit her lower lip, torn between wanting to further their kiss and needing to see the library she stood in.
"How about I wait right here and you have a look around," Draco offered as he sat down in one of the plush armchairs. His ego was quite bolstered by the hesitation she had in not just running off for the library. He must mean something to her, if he could be as tempting as a library to The Brightest Witch of the Age.
Hermione nodded, and turned walking towards a long row of dusty tomes that had drawn her eye. Draco chuckled as he watched her, patiently waiting.
He didn't wait long. By the mantle's time she hadn't been gone five minutes before her delicate heels were within ear shot again, and his witch came back into view. He watched her as she neared him, a look of utter determination and worry plagued her face.
When she finally stood before him, she was twisting her hands together, "Draco..." she began than stopped. Taking a deep breath. she tried to muster her Gryffindor courage, "Draco, I would like for you to take me home."
"Home?" Draco's eyebrow shot up, surprise laced in his question.
Hermione blushed deeply, muttering something under her breath.
"I couldn't hear that."
"Your home!" She all but shouted. Her hand shot up to cover her mouth.
Draco chuckled and stood up, closing the space between them, he lifted her chin delicately, and demandingly. "You want to go home with me?"
Her only reply was a furious nodding.
"Are you sure?" Draco's voice finally hinted at his own uncertainty. His grey eyes, sharp and stormy, searched her chocolate ones.
"Yes," Hermione whispered.
Draco didn't wait for a moment; he grasped her hand and led her towards the fireplace. Throwing in the powder, he allowed her to go before him.
Hermione ran her hands delicately up and down her dark satin gown, and stepped off the fireplace and inside the much smaller library. Turning, she watched as her wizard walked through the emerald flames.
He brushed off the ash on his black robes, before looking at her. "Hermione are you sure? I will not push you." His voice clear and controlled.
Hermione nodded, a light pink dusting her cheeks.
"No, Hermione. I need you to say it." he said, taking one long step towards her.
Hermione turned her gaze up to him, "Yes, Draco, I'm sure."
For the millionth time that night, Draco entwined his fingers in hers and led her to his bedroom.
To be continued...
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