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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: Made some adjustments. Hope you enjoy.
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Not long after we were done Matthias was escorted by Wilkens to his lessons and his assigned end of the Manor for the evening while the event was going on. To my surprise he didn’t fuss or argue one bit about staying, probably because the risk of guests seeing him. A Malfoy through and through, I smiled a bit. Narcissa was watching us, knowing that she was made me fidget a little in my chair as I glanced around the table- wishing the mimosa glasses were full again just so I could busy my hands since the food had been cleared away. Her earlier words whispered in my mind once more and I bit my lip.
“You said that I needed to learn to play the game.” I had spoken out of nowhere, and the fact that I had paused in my sentence had Draco eyeing me in a way that was far more contemplative than I had ever seen him be. “Narcissa, please clear some time for me before the event starts if you can arrange it with Ross. I would like to go over a few things before I walk into a room full of advanced players.” I slid my glance to the man that was currently haunting every other thought I had. “I do not want to be thrown to the wolves as I was earlier.”
The smirk on Narcissa’s ruby red lips was barely seen out of the corner of my eye since I was memorizing the shocked look on Draco’s face. His jaw had dropped just enough to part his lips, the lips that had a habit of leaving me in trembles. His mother spoke before he could, “I warned you.” The look on my face must have matched his mother’s because he looked between us and it was clear that he was not liking the turn of events for him.
“Technically,” he smiled just a little. “You walked into the den all on your own, darling.” He was being clever.
“Mhm.” The noise was small, agreeing in sound but clearly a challenge when paired with the smirk that went with it. “You are trying to be clever.” I threw his words from the night before back at him casually, knowing he would see the connection.
“I was clever.” He reached for my hand and raised it so he could press his lips to the back of it gently.
Ross interrupted, as tended to be his style, “Cissy, darling, who knew he could be such a gentlemen?” Draco rolled his eyes, setting my hand down gently as he shook his head with the smallest of sighs.
“Have I not endured you enough for one morning? Must you disrupt the last moments of family time we will get for the next two days?” my breath silently hitched in my throat at the way he phrased our lunch. Draco looked to the man who was in drastically different colors but they were still just as loud. Bright magenta suit, a sunset orange button up under that though his tie was as white as snow and almost looked out of place unless you took in that he was so pale. I realized that Ross had to be taken in as a whole or else it was all too much- I adored him.
I realized what Draco had said after the Ross affect was over. “Two days?” I looked between mother and son. She looked to Draco and shook her head in the same way he did with Ross.
“After the ball tonight we go to the resort to spend the following day showing the donors what they are investing in.” Draco shrugged a bit, “Must have been too tired to remember.” I blushed and cleared my throat.
“Anything else you have forgotten?” he raised an eyebrow at me.
“Perhaps.” His smile was barely there for a blink of time, “You will just have to wait and see.”
I must have had a look about me because Ross cut in quickly, “Before what I assume would be a wonderful show of who-will-win begins I must actually steal Miss Granger.”
Draco smirked; I didn’t like it at all. “That time already?”
I really didn’t like it. “Time for what?”
“Wardrobe change. It is time for the photos.” Ross blinked at me, then slowly smiled. “Time to feed the press, dear.”
I hated the idea more than I wanted to admit, the papers had already spread a wild fire of rumors about a certain Malfoy and myself and now I was going to be willingly walking into their flashing cameras. “Why can’t I keep on what I am wearing?” I glanced down, knowing full well I looked acceptable.
“Because I picked out a dress for this very photo.” Draco answered for Ross, and I closed my eyes in defeat.
“Let me guess.. You have on occasion for each dress on that blasted rack that you wheeled away from the dressing room yesterday.. Don’t you?” He was nodding, not saying a word yet his eyes had a cat-that-ate-the-canary look in them. “Of course you do.” I looked to Narcissa.
“I will be changing as well. The photo will be on the front of every paper in the country- and others if we get all the approvals we need. Other schools will be following our example.” She stood from her chair and excused herself, smiling at me.
I frowned, Draco had stood when his mother did and was now offering me a hand to help me stand. “I can take you to change?” He offered but Ross took hold of my free hand and stole me from Draco’s grasp.
“None of that!” and I was being pulled from the room as if I were a toddler asking for a toy I couldn’t have. I could hear Draco chuckling as we left and now I was alone with the old Queen.
We were making turns here and there at hallways until I recognized where I was once more, but instead of turning into Draco’s room we went to the door across the hall. When I was led inside he let go of me and took off towards a door that I assumed led to a bedroom. The living quarters we had come into looked identical to Draco’s except the colors were dark purples instead of greens. Dark furniture, deep royal purples accenting with silvers and grays on the couch and curtains.
The room felt new, like it had either never been used or just put together. It had more bookshelves than Draco’s room and a larger coffee table that begged for books and research to spread out on it, it felt warm even in its newness. Ross came back with a cream colored floor length dress that had long sleeves but the sleeves were lace, it had a high collar much like a turtle neck sweater but the lace looked like it was soft as silk. A flick of his wand had the dress floating to me and as it got closer I realized the whole dress was lace but the under bodice was a solid color and strapless to fit snug down to just above my knees. It looked far too elegant for me. “He is bonkers.”
Ross giggled a bit, making me look at him because it was such a girly noise from a grown man. “He may be bonkers, but he has good taste.” I smiled a little, it was true. “Don’t stall. Go get changed. And so help me, if you take too long I will come put it on you myself.” He had a stern look, I was once again reminded of a tired little old woman yelling at children.
I did as instructed, believing that he would barge in and make sure I was doing as I was told. What had I gotten myself into? It took me a few minutes to get it on properly, and I had to quickly shut the bathroom door when Ross tried to come in before I was done- I had assured him I was almost done as I stared at myself in the mirror again. When I came out of the room his eyes were glued to me instantly, I didn’t like the way he was looking at me. The weight in his eyes made me feel like he knew something that I did not, it made me fidget in place. “Don’t do that.”
I froze. “Do what?”
“Fidget.” His voice was reprimanding, like McGonagall’s had been on so many occasions.
“I-” He didn’t give me a chance.
“There will be far more judging eyes on you than just mine for the rest of the day. You must not let them see you squirm.” He had an eyebrow raised at me, challenging me to comment.
He was right. I straightened my spine, holding my chin level with my posture so that way I was looking him in the eyes. He began to walk in a calculating circle around me, tapping his chin. When he stopped in front of me I couldn’t take his silent stare anymore. “What are you doing?”
“I was visualizing hair styles for you, and I decided that a loose braid would be best.” He made a movement with his wand and my hair was shifting and pulling around me. It ended up draped over the shoulder that had the bruise in a large lose braid, a few strands were strategically tapped with his wand to have them pull out and hang around my face in a curl. “As usual, I am right.” He pointed to a pair of heels that were four inches tall and matched the color of my dress but somehow seemed to shine like they were coated in glitter though it was purely magical in nature. When he led me back to the bathroom to see the final product in the mirror I had to admit that he was right- Draco had good taste.
“I never would have expected Draco to pick this color.” I mused as I left the room with Ross, he smiled a little.
“Cissy wears creams and blacks for most required photos and he wears black.” He straightened out his tie as we made our way down the hall, the silent realization that I was dressed in the family theme gently rang in my head.
When he stopped walking before we left what I knew to be the family wings of the Manor I turned to look at him, curious. “Something wrong?”
“The world has never seen Draco with anyone until the pictures from the paper last night. You understand that the moment you step out of this wing you must conduct yourself like a -” he hesitated, and I knew what he was going to say.
“Like a Malfoy.” I finished for him, he nodded with slight relief.
“Yes. Granted, we all know that you are a Granger. And they will surely ask a million times from here out during the event if the rumors are true.”
“Draco told me that I should neither confirm or deny them. That conversation should be led back to topics about the fundraiser.” I was slightly worried now, because his shoulders tensed.
“Yes. But also, you must NOT react to anything rude said to you or about you Hermione.” He sighed a bit and I was reminded of his conversations with Draco. “You are famous and your temper, when provoked, is also known. The ones who are not going to be happy about your presence will try to make you act like a fool, try to make you a disgrace. They will seek to destroy anything you touch because of pettiness and make sure the world sees you flounder.” Ross straightened himself out, I had not realized he was slouching. “Try not to be caught off guard and if you are do not let them know.” He turned then, walking away.
I took in what he had said, suddenly apprehensive about the whole evening. What had I gotten myself into? It was too late to back out now though so I left the safe area of the house and prepared myself for anything- or at least I thought I had. Nothing could have prepared me for Draco in the suit he was wearing; the dark clothing made his hair look almost silver and his skin look like marble, the steel gray of his eyes were vibrant and seemed to be dark as storms, the shirt under the suit was the same shadow black but the tie against it matched the cream tone of my dress.
He had been waiting for me and as he walked towards me I remembered how to breathe. “You clean up nice Mr. Malfoy.” I smiled, biting my lip slightly.
He ran the backs of his fingers along my cheek tenderly, making me blush. “As do you, Mrs. Malfoy.” His voice was low enough that only I could hear him and it made me smile into a small laugh.
“Careful.” I warned, leaning up to kiss him softly. Being in the heels made it easier to do this and I made a note to wear ones this tall more often.
“And if I don’t want to be?” his words held a promise of danger, of not caring at all what anyone heard.
“Then Ross will surely murder you.” He laughed, pulling me into his arms.
“Might be worth it.” He had the mischievous smirk that he inherited from his mother on his lips.
His mother’s voice announced her entrance into the room, “You look beautiful, Hermione.” She was wearing a floor length black dress that had a cream collar, cream buttons down the back in line with the thick chunk of cream fabric down the center of the dress in the front and shoes that matched my own. I knew that we looked like we were dressed for a family photo, I also knew the rumors would fly faster than Malfoy trying to catch the golden snitch in a quidditch game.
“Thank you.” I was blushing as I moved to her, feeling Draco’s fingertips linger on me for a moment. I was nervous and she could tell, her hands grasped my own and it made me take a calming breath. “Are you sure that I should be in this photo? I had nothing to do with this idea, it was all you.”
“Don’t be ridiculous.” Her voice was confident, “Who better to stand with me on this than you?” it helped a little but still a whisper was trying to warn me that this was about to open a whole new chapter of my life and I wasn’t sure if I was ready for that. I was going from the hermit life to suddenly screaming from the rooftops of high society. “Just a fair warning, it is Rita.” She sounded aggravated just saying the reporters name as we made our way towards the garden.
As was the audacious reporters fashion she was in our personal space the moment we entered the atrium of flowers. “Well well. Don’t you all look like one big happy family.” She was digging already but Narcissa shut it down.
“The designers we used wanted to make sure that everyone in the picture looked their best. So glad you agree with Charlene Deveroux.” With the subtle name drop Rita huffed, knowing she couldn’t use her statement since it was made to seem like they were simply designed to match for the photo.
She bounced back quickly, “And who wouldn’t.” She turned her eyes towards Draco and myself and I could see the inner beast turning in her eyes. I wanted to keep her on a short leash, but didn’t know how to do that. “If it isn’t the happy couple! Care to comment on your dress, Hermione?” She was relentless, trying to twist words in any way she could.
I could feel Draco’s muscles tensing just slightly since his hand had settled in the dip of my back as it tended to do lately. “Of course.” His fingers twitched. “Mrs. Deveroux out did herself this time, and if you like this one you will surely like the one I wear to the ball tonight.” Narcissa’s eyes held a gleam of silent laughter, apparently I was playing the game the right way.
The reporter seemed to tense and fight off a huff. “Of course.” Her words were tight, she was angry and trying to hide it. “Mr. Malfoy!” she turned her gaze to him, “Now that you are off the market, any plans?” She really wanted to land that official statement.
“No matter what is going on in anyones private lives, I can say that we all have the same plan.” She was almost foaming at the mouth. “To raise as much money for the resort as possible so that every young witch and wizard can be prepared in every way that we have to offer.”
I swore her eye twitched. Her words were tight, “Shall we?” she gestured for us to stand with the Malfoy roses behind us. The signature jade toned flowers that had been growing on Malfoy lands for as long as the family could remember, I had loved them the first time I saw them and the history of them was more beautiful than the roses. The first Malfoy had created them for his wife and it soon became the families signature, though not many knew of the history behind it.
I stood by Narcissa, smirking just slightly at how Rita seemed to be wound up like a wet kitten, when Draco came to stand more behind me than his mother. This caught the reporters attention, the way that Draco stood closer to me must have been enough to push her ON button again. “Cozy.” She wiggled a bit, her shoulders showing most of it while her feather quill mimicked her in the air. Draco’s hand lay against my back, the gentle weight comforting as Rita eyed us. The series of flashes started and then after a few minutes they deemed the picture was perfect. Narcissa moved first, walking over to approve the final picture as Rita tried to converse with her unsuccessfully about gossip.
Draco took the moment of distraction to pull a rose from the bushes behind us and slip it in my hair on the opposite side of the braid at my ear. “Perfect.” The flash went off and in unison we looked to Rita and her lackey with a glare that made her smiling face falter.
“Draco, darling?” My voice was clear and had everyone in the room looking at me even though I wasn’t talking to them and did not raise my voice. “Can you have Wilkens bring me a jar with a lid?” The reporter visibly paled several shades to the point of looking ill. “I saw a lady bug and I wanted to show it to Matthias.” He was about to speak when Rita’s hurried voice rang out.
“Got it! Time to be off. Must be ready for the fundraiser tonight!” And with that she was gone, her camera man scurrying after her in a confused hurry.
Both mother and son turned to me with bewildered faces. “Care to enlighten us?” Draco finally spoke, though his voice was holding laughter it seemed.
“During the Tri-wizard tournament I discovered Rita is an animagus. She can turn into a ladybug, that is how she gets her scoops.” Draco’s eyebrow rose, “I also trapped her in a jar for a length of time- which I will not disclose- to teach her a lesson.” I spoke casually, as if I had not illegally imprisoned someone as a child.
Draco was laughing, Narcissa was staring at me with wide eyes and a covered mouth. Apparently they had not expected that out of me. “I say it again. You should have been in Slytherin.” This made his mother laugh a little before excusing herself after a second glance at me to make sure Rita actually left the grounds with the new information she had been given.
Draco was looking down at me like he had never seen me before. “Remind me not to get on your bad side.” He winked at me, “Again.” This made me giggle and shake my head.
“Nothing a good punch to the nose can’t straighten out.” He narrowed his eyes at me and my heart began to race. Something about the darkness in him made my body react in every primal way a woman could. It still confused me, but even though I knew he was capable of terrible things, I somehow trusted that he wouldn’t do them to me now; this realization was startling because it had happened in a blink- almost like a light switch showing the basement is not scary after all.
“I will spank you.” He had lowered his voice, but I knew something he did not; I wanted him to.
“Maybe when I change.” I do not know what he would have said because he shook his head instead of speaking and pressed his hand to the small of my back to lead me out of the room. “So we are going to the resort? Do I get my own room there?”
“Of course not.” I shook my head at his smile.
“And why not, Draco.” I could feel his thumb twitch when I said his name.
“How would I make you say it over and over again if you were not in bed with me?” my blush made him smirk. “Did you really keep Rita in a jar?”
I giggled, not even ashamed of myself. “You bet I did. She needed to be taught a lesson.”
He shook his head, “I will make a Malfoy out of you yet.” I didn’t get a chance to respond because of where we had just walked into.
“Oh wow.” I had never seen beyond the atrium in this wing of the estate and now I knew why. The doors just beyond it led into what I would call a ballroom, it was clearly meant for events such as this one because it was in full bloom much like the roses in the previous room.
Candles floated through the air, flower placements and floating fires or waterfalls were center pieces all around the room at the tables meant for food, and then the dance floor itself was polished white marble the color of pastel clouds. The foods being brought in ranged from various brunch items to full on desserts. “We have to make the rounds to make sure everything is up to standards. We do it in shifts, mother comes and does a sweep through, then some time later I do one, then again to her. It keeps the guests from wandering and wondering where the hosts are when one needs a break from the mask.” He had spoken low as we made our way towards where Ross was standing.
I did not have time to ask a question before we were swept into a series of introductions that I assumed was for my benefit since Draco seemed to know them all before Ross introduced them. After almost twenty minutes of dodging the papers headline Narcissa made an entrance to the room and we could bow out discreetly, I was told this would be so we could get ready and felt a hard knot in my stomach start to twist at the ideas of changing with him once more. Would we even make it back to the fundraiser? “Why are we changing already?” I asked as we reached the family wings of the estate, I personally thought that we could get away with not changing again at all but then again this was my first time.
“Because from here on out any long absences would be noticed as more people arrive. It’s almost time for the normal guests to arrive.” He spoke casually, his hand pressing a guiding weight to my back as I tried to go to what was obviously meant to be my room but was instead was guided into his once more.
“Aren’t the dresses in my room?” I was smiling, though glancing over my shoulder a bit to gesture where I should be going.
“Nope.” I sighed softly, and shook my head. “Since I had the luxury of picking your dress for the photo shoot I knew that I would be wanting to take it off of you. I made sure the dress for this evening was placed in my rooms.” We entered his room as he spoke and with the soft click of it shutting the world went upside down. The atmosphere when we were alone was explosive and I secretly hoped it never stopped. Addiction would have been a way of describing how my body yearned for him. I couldn’t seem to get enough of him now that I had had him, the snake had clearly ensnared the lion and it was obvious in the way that I melted into his firm grip on my upper arms to stop me from moving away from him as he spoke. “Did you just claim a room in the manor?” his voice was a whisper against my ear.
His touch was magnetic as he slowly undid the lace down my neck to the middle of my shoulder blades, stilling me until his body was pressed up against mine and the delicious friction of him made my spine arch and neck dip to the side. His lips and teeth claimed the delicate skin, causing a noise of pleasure to escape me that would have made me blush days ago, but now I was drowning in him happily. “Draco.” A growl vibrated through his chest against my back, making me shiver as he breathed out the word Again- But this time I had a thought. “Make me.”
His body stiffened, everything about him went hard and then I was being pressed against the door as I had in his library. His kiss was full of a fierceness that robbed me of thought. His desire was apparent with the hard press of him between my legs, I could feel his need for me, it was something close to primal and sinful. His hands roamed up my arms, pining them above my head so that way when he leaned back he could look at me but keep me in place. I felt exposed even though I was still in the creamy lace, I could only imagine how I looked to him all strung up like an elegant prisoner in his grasp. “Say it again, Hermione.” His voice was low, restraint laced through it.
I could hear myself breathing, it was shuddering and soft but my heart thundering in my chest seemed to be louder to me. His left hand shifted to hold both my wrists, feeling the strength in his grasp let me know that I would not be able to get away easily if I wanted to this time. His right hand now moved to lift my dress and I was whimpering, but wouldn’t say it for him as I locked my eyes with his. His smirk was almost better than his touch, but that thought was shoved away as his fingers shifted my panties away without hesitation and took to exploring my womanhood as if he had not throughly mapped that territory earlier.
He brought me to the edge of completion within minutes with his fingers, a light sweat had collected on my skin and I was so close that I was on the verge of tears as my body began to have the beginnings of spasms. Then he stopped and I was making noises that were pathetic. “No. Nonono. Please. Don’t stop.” My hips were shifting to try and encourage him but he only chuckled softly and let his lips hover over mine, just out of reach, while beginning to move his fingers in the slowest touches I could imagine. It was keeping me just on the tip of orgasm and I was shaking as if it were winter in the room.
“Say it.” He pressed a finger at an angle into a certain spot inside me and I was dangling over the edge of my release. The snake won the game.
“Draco.” I moaned out, his smile was brief before his lips took mine, but his movements were still slow with his fingers. I had somehow managed to get the word out, but he was still torturing me since his fingers withdrew from me completely. I mewled like a kitten for him in protest, my hypersensitivity making my tremble from pure need at this point, I regretted challenging him if he was going to leave me in this state of sexually pent up witch chaos. His grip tightened briefly on my wrists before he had has wand and with a quick flick of it my hands were bound by something invisible and he was undoing his pants.
“Good girl.” I realized what he was doing and felt my womanhood clench in anticipation. A moment later he had my legs hooked over his arms and the angle that he took me at sent me into my release after a few strokes but he didn’t stop. He didn’t stop until I felt my body release with such intensity that my squeal of pleasure was accompanied by what felt like a gush of warmth flooding between his thrusting member and my core. His groan of pleasure was deep, making me moan and wish he would do it again and as he pulled me down into his thrust once more, I realized he had found a button inside of that made me gush warmth each time he hit it. My body was numb in pleasure, soaking him and the floor over and over. When he suddenly quickened his pace then buried himself inside me all I could feel was the pool of liquids from our activities as we both learned how to breathe again.
I was still bound magically as he kissed me, gently removing himself from my depths before setting me back on the ground. My dress slid down as he took a step back, “I love when you scream my name.” I blushed, realizing just how much I had been doing that. “Almost as much as I love this view.”
He released me with a flick of his wand in the opposite direction he had earlier and I stumbled sightly “Sorry about the mess.” I was a little embarrassed now that we were not in the moment but the look in his eye told me I was being silly.
“Don’t make me do it again.” It was tempting, even though I had literally just come undone for him I wanted to do it again and see if he could drive me that wild once more.
“We are expected back.” His shrug was dangerous, but I shook my head and turned to have him help me out of the dress the rest of the way. Distraction. “Help me out of this?” He took his time, tracing his fingers over my skin occasionally till I was stepping out of it and left in my bra and panties. “My dress?” He was too busy staring to think to argue, he pointed to his room and I was walking to it, heels still on. He followed, I knew that I had to get to the dress before he got to me or else I would find myself in the bed once more. When I saw the clock in the room I realized we had been gone nearly an hour and somehow managed to have my hand on the hanger as he entered and the pout he had was as petulant as it had been the first year at Hogwarts. I giggled. “Are you gonna stand there pouting, or get changed?”
I was already slipping into the dress when he told me he only had to change his suit jacket and put on a vest. I told him that it was unfair but when I had the dress into position and the right heels on it was made clear to me that in this dress I wasn’t fair because he couldn’t stop staring at me just as he hadn’t been able to at the shop. “Leave your hair in the braid, you look perfect.” I blushed at his words before he was kissing me softly. The color of his vest matched the deep green of my dress but I couldn’t tell a difference in the jacket but assumed it was obvious to the rich. He took my arm in his as he led me from his room, “I guess we have to go back now.“
I smiled at him, but my voice held a hint of feigned exasperation. “I guess so.”
When we entered the ballroom once more, it was twice as full and all the new faces instantly took note of us coming in. The flash of a camera told me Rita’s lackey was in the room, but as long as Draco had me on his arm I was safe. Or so I thought.
It had been almost half way through the event when the unexpected happened. We had all done a marvelous job of dodging gossip based questions, avoiding snide comments, and gathering donors for the weekend to come when a voice that could not be ignored echoed through the room. “Traitor!” Ronald’s voice was loud and clear and the entire room went silent. My heart stopped, Draco’s body went to stone beside me, and the musicians slowly stopped playing. It was like the entire room had been struck my and immobulous charm.
Narcissa spoke first, ever the quickly composed one. “You were not sent an invitation, how did you get in Mr. Weasley?”
“My father wasn’t using his.” He held up an invitation meant for Arthur. I gasped softly, this brought a reaction from Draco that redirected Ron’s attention to us once more, his eyes shot to the hand at my waist that had tightened and pulled me closer to him since we had been dancing when the interruption happened.
“You need to leave Ronald. This is a private event.” I tried to be stern, but polite. A simple matter of fact Granger, the normal me. But now I was the enemy it seemed because his face reddened to match his hair.
“Celebrating your engagement then?” I had failed to notice that his other hand held the paper, which he flung at me, with the newest photos of the ‘MALFOY FAMILY’ that had been taken hours ago for the event which was now sliding across the floor towards us as he stormed into the room.
The room was alive with whispers as Draco and I stood there, not saying a word. Ross was frozen in his PR nightmare with Narcissa behind us ready to follow our lead while Rita was off in her heavenly corner not missing a moment. I had to be careful, but that thought disappeared when he reached out to take hold of me.
His hand had nearly taken hold of my wrist when Draco’s snapped into action and hit his hand away. His eyes had darkened and the death eater from within his depths was lurking just beneath the surface. I knew that if I didn’t stop this, that they wouldn’t either. The hatred for Draco had never died for Ron and now it was worse. “Do not touch her.” His voice was lethal as a basilisk and made my blood run cold, I never wanted that tone directed at me.
“What and some low life death eater can?!” Ron was outraged, about to lose his head completely while Draco seemed to stand that much taller and take up too much space for how lithe he was. A few gasps and whispers erupted again and I was angry suddenly. More angry than I had ever been, I was prepared for what could be said about me, but my sudden surge of fury at the way Ronald spoke about Draco was my breaking point in the moment.
“How dare you! Get out!” my voice was thick with emotion, holding a undercurrent of power that I had only ever felt from McGonagall or Dumbledore. Ron’s body jerked back as if I had pushed him. Wordless and wandless magic had been natural to me in school and by the look on his face he had not known remembered that. The rage building inside of me was all encompassing; here he was acting like I was his, like I had betrayed him when in all reality it had been the other way around. Draco had made me feel things in days that Ron had never been able to in years, my life was not any of the red heads business and for once I understood why so many people disliked this particular Weasely. Ron raised a finger at me, about to start screaming at me as he used to but I wasn’t having it. “I heard you earlier! I know-” Before Draco, or even Ross could try to salvage the situation the lioness in me showed that she could be a snake.
I swept my hand out as I interrupted him “No!” but with my motion came my magic. Ron went flying back through the doors he had come through, luckily for him they had been still open from his planned intrusion. He was sliding across the floor, gripping his chest as if he had been struck by a giant troll.
He looked up at me, almost as if he saw me for the first time. “Mione…” his voice trailed off, pain still evident from my magic.
I took the few steps needed to be at the doors, “As you heard earlier, you may call me Mrs. Malfoy.” And then I closed them with a firmness that seemed to bounce off the walls. I realized that my temper was flaring because all I wanted to do was hurt Ron in that moment so my tongue had been too lose, and that in my pure rage I had forgotten the rule. Don’t confirm or deny anything. I felt him at my back, I knew it was Draco because my body sparked to life even in the chaos of the moment. The gentle weight of his hands on my shoulders was comforting for, then he was guiding a very silent and composed me back to his mother and Ross. I did not look ashamed, guilty, or even as if I was in shock. My mask was still in place and it was as we came to stop beside his mother that the musicians began to ease back into their tune. “I’m so sorry.” I mouthed to them in barely a whisper.
Narcissa smiled at me, Draco was smirking just slightly but Ross was trying to hide his panic. Draco spoke first, “He interrupted our dance, come along Mrs. Malfoy.” Ross groaned, I rolled my eyes as he took my hand and then we were spinning around once more to encourage the guests to continue on with the night as if it wasn’t just intruded upon. “Can’t wait to see what the papers say now.” He whispered before kissing my cheek softly. “I did not know that you could do magic like that.” He spoke softly as we danced, his eyes never leaving me.
“Being a bookworm has its advantages. I can do many things.” I was extended out into a twirl then back in with one as the music transitioned to another song and we used that moment of others filtering in and out of the dancing space to leave the ballroom.
We slipped into the library down the hall that started it all, the smell of books bringing me instant relief from the building anxiety I was feeling outside of the prying eyes of the guests. Minutes of silence, I was looking at book titles as he lounged on the leather couch that was big enough for two; I was grateful that he was letting me breathe but it was short lived because as he had once told me, Ross would always find us.
“Well. That was unexpected.” Ross spoke as I turned to look at him with a book in my hand while Draco managed to stop smiling before it became a chuckle that would have enraged the Queen.
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