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Dynasty Obligations	By : Daydreamer Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 7969 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 4
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Chapter 5 – Identity Crisis

As soon as the door slammed behind her, Hermione had thrown herself face down onto her lush Gryffindor red and gold four poster bed. She pulled one of her over stuffed pillows under her face, pulling it around her as she screamed her frustration in to it. The screams slowly ceased bringing a bout of shudders and sobs, as she let the information of the meeting take over the logic she survived on.

After everything she had been through with the war, was it really too much to ask for to have a straight forward life? A life where she could be happy and do what she wanted? Apparently it was. Because now everything had changed, changed beyond her control, and she didn’t like it one bit. How could her parents do that to her? Let her live her entire life as a lie? Did they not feel the slightest bit of remorse for what they had put her through? Hermione screamed again, her balled up fists hitting the side of the pillow.

Somewhere in the recesses of her mind she knew that Snape and her mother had tried to protect her, and yet the protection they tried to give her was neutralised by her perceived standing within the wizarding world when she entered it. Even after the war had ended there was still prejudice against her kind, but what was her kind? She wasn’t a Muggleborn after all, she was a pureblood, but what did that mean? She didn’t know.

She could just about fathom the understanding about her identity, after all she had watched the paternity potion, and there was no denying that Snape was her father. She didn’t like it, and she wouldn’t be referring to him as father in the next century, but she could just about accept it. However just because she was accepting Snape’s role in her conception, which was something she really didn’t want to think about, she knew that she would never turn her back on Richard Granger, as far as she was concerned he was her father, this revelation didn’t and wouldn’t change that.

What she couldn’t forgive was that her future had been decided for her, they had exchanged her safety, for her hand in marriage to the Malfoy heir, and they should have known what would happen when they told her. Each of them had sat back and idly watched as their hatred ruled their actions towards one another, if they expected her to take the news well, then they were wrong. She hated the Malfoy’s and this included Draco Malfoy more so. She would rather die than marry the obnoxious Slytherin slut, he may have fought for the light side along with her, Harry and Ron, but nonetheless he was still an arse. She’d find a way out of this, she didn’t want it, there had to be some sort of loop hole in the wizard’s oath, this couldn’t be the end, this couldn’t be her future, and yet it felt like it was already set in stone.

Draco’s words kept echoing around her head, along with her questions. If there wasn’t a way out of the betrothal could she go against the contract knowing that it would kill her mother and Snape? She wasn’t sure. Hermione had killed before but that was necessity, it was amidst the war, and she hated herself for it, but it had been a situation where you either killed or were killed. As it were the people she killed were hateful, cruel, scum death eaters but she never got over the fact that they were people’s children or parent’s, it was these thoughts that haunted her deep at night, when the darkness wouldn’t claim her.

Her thoughts came back to Draco, how could he be so calm? He hadn’t said anything awful to her except for his initial shock, after that he had seemed to accept it, he even went as far to say that he was relieved that it was her, how did that work? He hated her just as much as she hated him.

The memory was still fresh in her mind of his lips brushing hers softly, tender almost. Hermione had never thought that he was capable of that kind of emotion, to give those intimate gestures. She was more than aware of his never ending list of conquests, there were very few witches he hadn’t slept with, but it was common knowledge that; Draco Malfoy was not a wizard to be held down.

This only added to her confusion about the kiss, she had been witness to his casual fucks more times than she cared to remember. The walls were far too thin for her liking; she didn’t miss the nights when exaggerated screams filtered through the stones that adjoined the head dorm. It was after several sleepless nights she had taken it upon herself to cast several silencing charms in his room. But from what she had the unfortunate pleasure to witness, she knew that Draco didn’t do attentive and intimate, no, it was raw, hungry and passionate sex that ended with the hedonistic pleasure that he desired so much.

Hermione couldn’t say that his sounds of ecstasy hadn’t affected her; she’d be lying if she said they didn’t, because they did, she often found herself teasing herself from the sheer sensuality of the sounds. She didn’t need to see it to know what was happening behind closed doors, or in the common room, thought she had. For her it was the sounds of pleasure coming from both Draco and whichever girl he had at the time, they seemed to get to her more that the physical action itself, she often wondered if it was because she could imagine that way, whereas in front of her it was too real. She always hated herself afterwards, but it never stopped her from doing it again, in all honesty it was in those moments that she found the most peace.

It still didn’t stop her from hating Draco though; she knew that it was only another thing that added to her feelings towards him. That something like that could get to her, it was another thing she blamed on him. She didn’t want to lie on her bed teasing her nub to the sounds of his passionate trysts and yet every time her body would betray her. When the moaning started so would the throbbing in her womanhood, she would ignore it but as their releases peaked so would the intense desire and arousal she felt. Her mind would always replay hidden fantasies, things that she wanted to happen to her, things that she had never told anyone about. But most of all it was all about the boy she hated so much, it was all about imagining it was her writhing under his body as he fucked her, that it was her screams of passion that filled the head dorm. It was these thoughts that always pushed her to the edge of orgasm, it was also these thoughts that she hated him most for, but more importantly what she hated herself for.

It was only natural after all the secret fantasies she had had about Draco Malfoy that her body would respond to something as minute as a kiss, wasn’t it? She didn’t want him to kiss her, far from it, but in that moment when his lips touched hers, her head when blank, in those few seconds she couldn’t think of anything accept for how his lips felt against hers. Of course then her brain kicked in and she had pushed him away, she felt so angry, that he even had the audacity to kiss her, let alone the fact the hand held her had as well. But Hermione knew that the anger she had felt in that moment was directed more at herself than him, she was angry that she had responded, and this only made her cry harder into the already wet pillow that she clutched to.

These thoughts buzzed around her head, as the tears slowly dried on her cheeks as she fell into the dark abyss of a fretful nap.

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Draco sat in the plush chair in the common room, his elbows rested on his knees, his head in his hands. His cold demeanour had long gone, he no longer had a reason to keep his emotions in check, that he was thankful for, he was sick of been seen to be a cold hearted bastard, and he really wasn’t. He loved his family, was loyal to his friends and felt things just like any other person. But the years of being a spy had painted his entire family in a less that nice light, when the war ended he was finally able to be the real Draco Malfoy. He was thankful that most had accepted him, whereas others were more than weary of him. Despite everything there was always one constant he could rely on and that was Hermione Granger and how she loathed him.

It sounded stupid to him, that he needed her consistency to keep him grounded. But sometimes he felt almost unstable, his years as a spy had been so confusing he needed something that would keep him going. That came in the form of Hermione’s routine, she didn’t know it but in some sense she kept him going. He loved how she had her routine which she stuck to without fail, seeing something so mundane comforted him, made him feel less wild. But the ounce of consistency he had managed to form based on Hermione’s was now on the edge of disappearing. He couldn’t have that; he needed her to feel secure, to not give up, to carry on being her. What worried him wasn’t that his own anxiety was flaring; no, what worried him was that the woman he had based his life on, was now falling apart at the seams. He could hear her anguished cries and it really got to him, each one hit him square in the chest making it tight and hard to breathe.

When had he begun to feel her pain? Was it the moment he knew she was to be his wife? He didn’t know, but all of a sudden he felt responsible for her, he wanted to protect her, to make her happy. In his mind he knew that he had to find a way to bring that consistency back to her, even if only for himself. But that meeting had screwed them both up, more so Hermione, everything she had ever known had been upturned, he could see and feel how she felt, and that scared him, he shouldn’t be feeling her pain, it didn’t make sense.

He remained in his position on the sofa, thoughts whizzing through his head of her from the last seven years, how had their relationship been built on so much hate, besides the obvious reasons? On paper they were very similar, almost too similar, they were intelligent, ambitious, stubborn and fiercely loyal, and yet these qualities that they shared only helped them hate each other that much more, that wasn’t normal! He knew that he had surpassed their shared history as soon as he knew her true identity, an identity that managed to both shock and reassure him, he was so screwed up, he mused to himself.

He couldn’t feel sorry for himself truth be told, he got more out of this betrothal that she would, he already had just with the knowledge of it. He knew how passionate Hermione Prince nee Granger could be, and Draco held a flame of hope that one day that passion would be directed at him, possibly with something that resembled love, he knew that he was hoping for too much, but without hope, what else did he have at this moment in time?

Draco was drawn from his thoughts when the sobs suddenly diminished, plunging the common room into an eerie silence. Draco knew from the tightness in his chest that Hermione had cried herself to sleep and it pained him. He couldn’t fight the sadness that rose within him in the knowledge that she was partly crying because of her unhappiness to the betrothal to him. It actually hurt him, the rejection of it all, he knew that she didn’t want him; she had made that all too clear. But what hurt more was that he knew that he wanted her, but when had he started to want her, to protect and fight for her? She was still the know-it-all goody two shoes that irritated him endlessly. She hadn’t changed all that much, she was still that girl, even with the knowledge of her heritage. Yet despite the superficial changes it felt like he was noticing her for the first time. But it wasn’t because of the way she looked. In that moment he just saw her, the fragile and emotional person that she hid away under that exterior, it was like he could see her soul through those dark globes she had for eyes. Eyes that he could drown in.

He replayed every detail of the meeting in his head, memorising every movement she ever made, ever word that was uttered from those perfectly pink lips. The words whirled around creating a hurricane of destruction in his mind until he remembered something, something he had forgotten. Today was the day Hermione was of age for her heritage to be revealed which meant that today was her birthday. That simple fact had slipped his mind, not only had she just been overwhelmed with information, she had just had her birthday ruined, who would want to remember a birthday like that? No one he thought. It was then that he promised to himself, to try and make the day special for her, he knew that Potter and Weasley would probably have something up their sleeves, but she was to be his wife, and no matter how negatively she felt towards him, he had to make an effort. He had to win her over and win her heart.

With that in mind he called for his personal house elf. The small elf appeared instantaneously, bowed low on the floor, the creature’s large ears hung over its head, covering the large bambi brown eyes as it looked to the floor.

“Mister Malfoy called Mopsy?” the house elf said, her eyes never leaving the floor. Draco sighed, he hated the submission the house elves gave him, they had never quite got over the ruse of him being a death eater, he quite liked the little creatures they intrigued him.

“Mopsy, how many times must I tell you please call me Draco?” He said indicating to the elf to stop bowing at his feet, it made him feel nervous.

“Yes Mister Ma... Draco, Sirs. What can Mopsy helps you with?” she said her large bright eyes sparkling in the light emitted from the hearth

Draco smiled, he’d always been curious about elf magic, it was more powerful that people thought, the mere fact that they could disappear and reappear in nano seconds always amused him. He knew that for what he was going to ask, Mopsy was his best chance at fulfilling what he wanted to do.

“Mopsy, I have an errand to run, I have to go to Hogsmeade, to pick up a few things. Please could you redecorate the common room, you see it is the head girl’s birthday and I wish to make it special for her, it has been… less than satisfactory so far.” He chose his words carefully, not wanting to give too much away.

“It’s Miss Hermione’s birthday?” the elf asked with wide eyes, Draco nodded in response. Suddenly the elf started to mutter to herself which caused Draco to laugh at the uncharacteristic nature. His laugh seemed to bring Mopsy out of her mumbling, and she immediately began to apologise, bowing once again at his feet.

“Mopsy is sorry, she didn’t mean to mutter in front of her master. Mopsy did not mean to disrespect you.” Draco frowned, before he knelt down in front of the elf, she was visibly shaking, which only concerned him. He looked at the elf’s small frame, taking in the small pink dress she wore, it was more like an old tea towel than a dress, and he frowned even more at that. His long pale slender fingers reached out to tip the elf’s face to look him in the eye.

The elf’s eyes widened in surprise at the contact, “Mopsy” he said in a soft voice “Do not apologise, what was the problem about it being Hermione’s birthday?” he asked genuinely intrigued by the creatures muttering.

Mopsy stammered, Hermione wasn’t her mistress, and she didn’t serve her, but on the rare occasion she had, she enjoyed it. Hermione was always nice to them, and despite trying to set them free most of the time, she respected them enough to listen to them and talk to them as equals. “Mopsy, didn’t know it was Miss Hermione’s birthday, Mopsy would have made her a special breakfast if she had known.” She said in a quiet voice, Draco laughed again.

“Oh Mopsy, I believe she will forgive you for that, but could you please help me do something for her?” he asked nicely. A large smile graced his lips when the elf immediately agreed. He whispered what he wanted to the young elf, he chuckled to himself hearing Mopsy, ooh and ahh when he told her of his plans. He had no idea where they had come from, but he really hoped that Hermione would like it. First impressions counted didn’t they? Well this was his second chance at a first impression, and he would be damned if he let this one go sour. Draco watched as Mopsy disappeared, returning quickly with a few more elves. Draco recognised a few of them, but wasn’t sure of their names, he knew one of them though besides Mopsy. Mopsy was waving her hand transforming everything with the room, as Draco watched Hermione’s personal elf inspect things. Of course Chester would know what Hermione liked, he had often observed Hermione asking the young elf what he thought, Draco didn’t understand it, but at times it seemed that Hermione almost had a friendship with the male elf. Draco regarded the elf with slitted eyes, it was absurd but he suddenly felt jealous of the elf. The elf knew Hermione better than he did, that would change, he thought.

“Mister Malfoy?” A small voice sounded.

Draco looked down into the large blue eyes of Chester.

“Hello Chester, How are things going?” he said casually, he could see that Chester was weighing him up, Draco knew that Chester was aware of the past situation between he and Hermione, it struck Draco as quite amusing that the elf felt the need to protect her.

“I’s good. Mister Malfoy, why you doing this for Miss Mione?” he said softly. Draco should have told the elf to mind his own business, but for some unknown reason, he felt he had to reassure the elf, almost get his acceptance, stupid right? Instead he took a deep breath and answered him.

“Chester, Hermione received some news this morning that upset her deeply; I simply wish to make her happy. She means more to me than you will understand; it is too complicated to explain to you. But please can you take my word for it?” he asked pleadingly. Chester merely nodded his head, before he left Draco and continued to transform the room.

“Thank you all for your help please be careful, Hermione is sleeping and I wish to keep it that way, until her surprise is ready, and I have returned.” He said softly, the elves nodded but continued working quietly as he apparated from the room, reappearing directly in the centre of the quaint little village that was Hogsmeade. Draco smiled to himself; he had loved Hogsmeade for as long as he could remember. Some of his favourite childhood memories had taken place here; it seemed like such a long time ago, it was different now that he was a Hogwarts student.

Draco looked over at the ancient castle that overlooked the village, he could just about make out figures moving in the distance. Draco flicked his wand lazily revealing the time; sure enough it was time for a class change. He watched the moving figures for a short while longer before he turned on his dragon hide boots and left in search of his desired purchases.

He stopped hesitantly in front of Flourish and Blotts, the bookstore he spent many a times in. He loved the shop, the smell of ink and parchment was calming and soothing, it instantly made him feel at home. He could recall many memories of his childhood where he would sit amongst the dusty old bookshelves, lost in a book. He always knew in those memories that he was never alone, as much as he wanted to be. Thinking about it now, it made sense that the person whose visits also coincided with his own was none other than Hermione Granger.

Draco had a routine of sitting in the mythical and magical creatures section of the shop, his nose in a book; however he was always aware of her presence in the shops history section. Draco would always know what she would be reading, it was always the same thing, the latest edition of Hogwarts a History, it was quickly apparent that Hermione was obsessed with that book. This thought gave him the answer to his question of what to gift her with. The present laid staring back at him from the window display, the newest edition of it.

It struck Draco that the new edition had only been released the previous day, and none of the other students had the authority to come to Hogsmeade, which meant that no one would have had the chance to purchase the book, and therefore Hermione would not have it. Draco knew that this year’s edition of the book was increasingly special because it held a detailed fact file about him and Hermione. As the heads of the school, it was tradition that they had a meeting with the books editor’s. Draco had never been one for publicity despite what many thought about him, he didn’t like the idea of living in the spotlight, but unfortunately it was thrust upon him, purely for being a Malfoy. This trait was something Draco knew he shared with Hermione; she also didn’t like the media.

Without a second thought he wandered into the bookstore to purchase Hermione’s present. When Draco left the shop a half hour later he carried more than the intended book, thought he obviously didn’t seem to mind. He quickly began to make his way through the village until he was stood in front of the final shop he wished to visit, a female clothing shop. He entered the shop through the bright red door; the small bell above it tinkled announcing his arrival. The witch behind the counter looked up from her issue of Witch monthly, which lay out on the till. The witch looked at him with accusing eyes, which widened with recognition, of course she would know who he was, everyone did.

“Draco Malfoy, How may I be of assistance today?” the witch said rounding the corner of the till to stand before him. Draco took as little notice of her as was required; he wanted to get this over with so he could go back to Hermione.

“Good Morning Madam” he said in a formal voice “I wish to look around your store, if I require anything, I will ask.” He said with a smile, the witch nodded and then quickly retreated. Draco began to walk around the over decorated store, it was too over the top for Draco’s liking, but then again it was a female shop. He perused the mannequins looking at the garments and dress robes they presented. He wandered around for 10 minutes coming up with nothing that he deemed fit for Hermione’s beauty, he was about to give up, when a flash of green caught his eye. He made his way right to the far end of the store, to find the source of his interests. There on a hanger was the most exquisite emerald green dress, it wasn’t too formal, but it wasn’t too casual, in Draco’s mind it was perfect. It was the perfect dress, for his perfect match. The dress would come to just under Hermione’s knee; it was a tight fitting bodice with floaty sleeves, the skirt flared out, swaying in the breeze that Draco created picking it up. He knew that if Hermione wore it, if she were to spin it would fly up as she moved. The dress had the most intricate lace patterning, which only added to the elegance of the dress, he had to have it.

Draco looked down at the dress and knew that it was perfect for Hermione, he thanked his lucky stars that all his years as a serial womaniser had enabled him to be well aware of a witches measurements, that and he had spent too much time with his mother at dress fittings. Either way he knew that he could get the dress made exactly to Hermione’s petite measurements. Draco called to the awaiting witch, he quickly told the witch the measurements and watched as she left to make the dress and wrap it. It was in these moments that he really truly cherished magic.

As he waited his eye glanced over a pale yellow sundress, it was obviously made for a much younger witch. The dress was petite and came with a small ribbon to tie in one’s hair. As Draco looked at the dress he though back to Mopsy, she was a lovely house elf and Draco though highly of her, he thought of Chester and how he wasn’t in rags. Hermione had dressed Chester in proper clothes, which Draco had to admit made the elf looked regal and presentable but above all it made him happy. With that in mind Draco picked up the dress and ribbon and studied it. Soon he was walking to the till and paying for both the dresses, as well as accessories to accompany Hermione’s dress. With thanks to the cashier, he left the store and apparated back to Hogwarts, his arms full with his purchases.

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Hermione awoke from her sleep, feeling rather worse for wear. She had never realise how draining it was to cry, she rarely made a habit of crying, so today’s outburst was overdue and well deserved, or so she felt, that’s how she justified it to herself. She moved off the bed to look in her full length mirror, she hadn’t really had chance to digest the fact that she no longer looked the way she was used to.

She tentatively stepped in front of the mirror and looked at her reflection, she frowned to herself. It wasn’t that she wasn’t pretty, far from it, no she was worried that she looked too pretty, after all these years of just being plain, she didn’t really know how she would accept the change. What she feared as well was that people would no longer see her for her intelligence but her looks, she had seen those girls, and she desperately didn’t want to become one of them.

Hermione had to admit however that she was reasonably impressed with how her genetics had balanced out her mother and Snape’s characteristics, both physical and emotional, she still struggled accepting Snape, she would for a long time, but for now she just understood. Looking back at her reflection Hermione noticed that she was still in her uniform and robes, all of which was wrinkled and crumpled from her much needed nap. Hermione knew there was no need to remain in her uniform and made her way to her walk in closet.

The day was hot and sunny, so unlike Hermione’s current disposition, however Hermione opted for a simple blue day dress and white sandals, the spaghetti straps of the dress set of her slender neck and collarbone perfectly. She had never noticed this small detail before, but Hermione but it down to the worn off glamour’s.

With one final look at her reflection Hermione contemplated her latest challenge; breaking the news to Harry and Ron. This thought scared her, she knew that Ron had a temper at times, but she just hoped that he would understand her situation before things kicked off, it was the last thing she needed. Hermione clutched her stomach briefly as it alerted her to the fact that she was hungry, having skipped breakfast for the meeting. She vowed to herself that she would request some food from Chester, before she worked out a plan to tell Harry and Ron.

Hermione made her way to her door and opened it slowly, as soon as the door was open just the slightest bit, Hermione’s senses were overloaded with the sweet smell of flowers. Hermione couldn’t pick out individual scents but the overwhelming smell made her happy and lightheaded. She slowly began to descend the stairs from her room that entered into the main part of the head quarters: the common room. The perfume from the flowers got stronger as she neared the room. Hermione had no idea what to expect when she went in there, but she was curious as to the source of the smell.

As Hermione got to the final step of the stairs she stop in amazement at the view that lay before her, she had not expected anything when she walked in, but the view in front of her definitely pleasantly surprised her.

A/N Hi guys a big, big thank you to everyone who is reviewing this story, they inspire me to write. Knowing that people enjoy reading what you right is serious motivation.

LadyFreak: Hermione is definitely going to give them what for; she may have a lot to think about, but thing can only get better right? Or more confusing if we consider Draco.

Duckducknbear: I think Hermione has always been a knock out, but I wanted to pick up on it. I will touch on Snape, I interested to know how you think Snape would act with the knowledge. I feel bad for him too, even he deserves love and now he has to put up with the knowledge that his actions essentially led to him loosing Laura and therefore Hermione, hopefully we can bridge a gap.

Citten: Draco will be as patient as a Malfoy can, but with interest already peaking with her new look chances are he’ll be a little more possessive etc, we’ll see what happens in the next chapter, when he takes it too fast.

Katiekrm: You raise a valid point once again, I have read stories along the same basis where they change everything, name image etc, and I feel that by the end of the story, she is no longer Hermione, thought I understand what the writers I trying to do. Either way, I want to keep the characterisation of Hermione the same, with a few perks, but to me she always will be Hermione Granger, regardless of her name. As for letting them sweat it out, she might, but in a nicer way, as far as I am concern she is stubborn and doesn’t like being told what to do, this includes the betrothal.

Please keep your reviews coming, thank you again.

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