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A Week in November	By : TempestLore Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 8840 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter Five

     "Bad timing. I can come back another time," Ron said and then he tried to back out of the room. "Oh wait, I must have bumped my head harder than I thought, I'm not in the right room at all!"
     "Get back here Ronald Weasley!" I said and I yanked him into the room by the scruff of the neck where I slammed the door for good measure. "You're engaged to Lavender Brown? That stupid floozie from our Hogwarts days? What? Did that happen in China?" Draco dropped his head and pinched the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger.
     "She's not a stupid floozie. Take it back 'Mione." Ron was red-faced and irate and he grit his teeth at me.
     "You said you set a date. Is that true? How can you marry her when you're married to me? God, I knew you were cheating on me!" Ron's head shot in Malfoy's direction and I followed his gaze.
     "Why's he looking at you Draco?" I asked but my tone was accusing.
     "Please have a seat Hermione," he said and he boosted me up like a kid onto his examining table. "Now, everyone needs to just calm down right now. Losing our tempers or our minds isn't going to help anyone and besides this is my place of work and I have a whole bloody room of patients out there so keep your voices down."
     "I'm sorry Malfoy. I screwed things up again, didn't I?" Ron mumbled.
     "Ya think?" Draco drawled. An uncomfortable silence fell upon the room, until Draco finally spoke. "Ron has something to tell you, but first let me ask you something. Are you in love with Ron?"
     "What? Uhh I hadn't really thought about it," I said honestly. The shift in the conversation totally threw me.
     "Come on Hermione, we've known each other way too long for lies," Ron said sincerely.
     "You’re one to talk! Where’ve you been for the past few days?” I grumbled. “Alright, fine, I'll answer but this isn't getting you off the hook for cheating on me. No, I'm not in love with you Ron. I love you, I do, but as a close friend." I felt like a weight was lifted off me when I finally said it. It was a secret I’d been keeping for far too long.
     "Your turn, Weasley," Draco said and they shared a look. Again.
     "'Mione I'm sorry but I don't love you either. It's like you said, as mates, sure I do," Ron quipped and I felt a welling of tears behind my eyes. "He's the one that loves you," the redhead said and he pointed to Draco. I lifted my eyes and stared at the blond and he nodded.
     "I do. I'm not going to lie about that," Draco said and I could feel the sincerity behind his words. "More than anything."
     "You love me?" I asked, momentarily forgetting that Ron was in the room.
     "To the ends of the Earth," he said and he reached out and took my hand.
     "What does this mean? Ron can't marry Lavender if he's married to me. So--he's not--we're not--married?" I asked.
     "No Hermione, we aren't. I'm sorry. We split up a while ago," Ron said under his breath. "You didn't remember that bit though, so we stayed together."
     "But--how long ago did we break up?"
     "Malfoy--? You want to take this because I'm really at a loss for words," Ron said awkwardly. It was at that precise moment that the dam broke and a flood of tears spilled from my eyes.
     "Don't cry baby. You said yourself you don't love Ron, remember?" Draco said and he stepped forward and moved in between my thighs where I sat on the examining table. He took me in his arms and held me tight. "I love you sweetness." I could hear in his voice that he was affected too.
     "Should I...you know...go?" Ron asked and then when neither of us answered him, he left the examining room.
     "Draco I--have to go."
     "I'm not letting you leave here without me. You shouldn't be alone right now," the blond said and he wiped my tears away with his thumbs. His own eyes were misty but he was worried about me, it was written all over his face.
     "I need to pick up the pot roast still." Draco smiled. He looked relieved when I mentioned dinner. "I'm fine Draco. I mean, I knew he had somebody else and it's like you said, I don't love him. So are we still on for dinner?" I asked. My head was swimming with questions but it wasn't the time nor the place. My face hurt from the tears I was holding back and all I wanted to do was go home. The idea that Ron and I broke up some time in the past, when I still wasn’t sure, had not sunk in yet. I needed some time to process it, and I really wanted to do that alone.
     "I wouldn't miss it for the world," he said and we hugged again. "I know you have questions. Tonight, alright? If that's what you want."
     "I do Draco. Thank you. I--," I wanted to, or rather I felt obligated to return his affections, to tell him that I loved him too, but something prevented me.
     "There's no hurry Hermione. I don't expect you to say it right now," he said and I relaxed.
     "How do you do that? How do you always know what I'm thinking? I swear, you're the best Healer and I don't care what anyone else says."
     "There's more to it than that, but I think you know that. Thank you just the same," he smiled and then he dropped a sensuous kiss on my lips.

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     “Harry, what a surprise,” I said when I walked into the cottage with a bag full of groceries in my hands. “What brings you here?”
     “Can’t I visit a friend without her wondering why?”
     “You talked to Ron, huh?”
     “Yeah, sorry. I just thought that you might need a friend,” Harry said sounding quite sympathetic. “Did Draco tell you?”
     “That he loves me?”
     “Uh,yeah.”
     “Uh,no. That wasn’t what you meant. Come on Harry, how long have we known each other?” He was hiding something, I could always tell.
     “No. I will not go there. That’s between you and Draco,” he said and he held his hand up and shook his head.
     “You aren’t being fair to Hermione. You shouldn’t have mentioned anything, but you wanted to pry into their business and now you got Hermione all worked up,” Luna said with a sigh.
     “I wasn’t worked up, but now I am. I was happy. I have a date with Draco tonight.”
     “Oh? Where are you lot going?” Harry asked. It was a feeble attempt to change the subject.
     “We’re not. I’m cooking for him and we’re staying in,” I said as I set to work marinating the pot roast.
     “That is probably the best thing for him,” Harry said cryptically.
     “What do you mean?”
     “Nothing really, just that you know, a home cooked meal is nice when you’re a single bloke. Plus he gets to be around Edmond. Just go easy on him, he’s been through a lot.”
     “You’re kidding?” I said in a mild state of shock.
     “He’s not,” Luna piped in. “You’re doing it again,” Luna said and she gave Harry that look that said shut up. That only made me more curious.
     “Do you love him ‘Mione?” Harry asked waving his wife off.
     “I’m not going to tell you that. I haven’t even told Draco yet. Since when do you care about my Healer?”
     “We aren’t kids anymore. People can change, and if there’s one person whose done loads of changing since school, it’s Malfoy. He hasn’t had a lot to celebrate.”
     “Why, what’s so dire in Malfoy’s life that has you worried?” I asked as I peeled potatoes over the sink.
     “Er—he lost his wife a few years ago.”
     “What? That’s terrible! Who was she? He never even mentioned having a wife.”
     “Yeah, I’m not surprised. Er—Luna is Molly and Arthur expecting us? They waved to us as we were coming down your road.” That part might have been true. The Burrow was just down the way, but Harry was acting so strange and his answers seemed so cryptic. He was hiding something big, I just knew it.
     “No, I don’t think so,” Luna replied casually.
     “I’m waiting,” I drawled.
     “Oh yeah, her name was Her—Herbie?”
     “Herbie? Draco married a woman named Herbie?”
     “That might have been her last name. She was a Muggle. I only met her the once.”
     “Oh? What did she look like?”
     “Harry, yes I think it’s time to go. I have lots of gigliskrewts and they are starting to tickle my ear,” Luna giggled.
     “She looked plain I guess, a bit like you I suppose.”
     “Plain and like me, huh? Okay, thanks for calling me plain.”
     “I’m sorry.”
     “So this wife named Herbie, she died then?”
     “Yes, unfortunate accident. Train accident. Dinner smells good, but we really need to go,” Harry said through strangled breaths. “The gigliskrewts are frisky, it’s like Luna said.”
     “I didn’t say that, it’s just that they don’t like being on my coat very much.”
     “Whatever—“ Harry said and he waved goodbye to Edmond and me and then left in a hurry.

     I stood at the mirror and primped, you know, the way all women do when they have a hot date. My breasts were never huge, and I wondered if Draco preferred big breasted women. I wondered if Herbie was well endowed. Something wasn’t right about Harry’s story, but as with most things in life there was probably a sliver of truth there amidst the secrets. Big boobs or small ones, what do you like Draco? I smiled when I remembered the dream I had the previous night, where he told me that my tits were perky and pretty. "So you must not like big boobs. That's good," I said to myself. Do you love him? Could you possible love Draco Malfoy, the boy who called you Mudblood for years and who was your sworn enemy? Love? He said he loves you, do you feel that way about him? You're definitely attracted to him and you miss him when he's away. Is this love that you're feeling for the dashing, ambitious, suave and sophisticated Draco Malfoy?
     "Mummy, where's Fa'dher?" Edmond said and he tugged on my shirt hem.
     "Hi honey," I said and I crouched down to speak to my son. It was something I'd seen Draco do. When I asked him why he did it he told me that he always hated when as a child, adults looked down on him when they spoke. It had a way of making a child feel threatened, so he chose to speak to Edmond on the same eye level. It made perfect sense. Oh my man is so smart and charming, I thought to myself and then I smiled when I caught myself fawning over him like a school girl. I was lost in thought but then I noticed Edmond standing there with an impatient expression on his handsome, little face. "You know he's in--er--China, remember?"
     "I want my Daddy," he said and his bottom lip plumped and his eyebrows furrowed. Edmond was pouting as he dropped his toy airplane on the floor and folded his arms in front of him.
     "You better wipe that frown away. Healer Draco will be here shortly. He's coming for dinner. No more pouting and go wash up for supper Edmond."
     "Yes M’aam. Yayyyyy!" Edmond shouted gleefully. The pout faded away when I mentioned Draco, and he picked up his airplane and then did a flying leap onto my bed where he continued to play as if he were the Red Baron.
     He loves me, I swooned as I changed for dinner.

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     Dinner was done, it was just warming in the oven. Edmond was clean, which was a chore with a four year old. He always seemed to get into something when I wasn’t looking. After the bat incident I reminded myself to keep a closer eye on him. I threw on a red, short sleeve dress that hugged my figure and hid any imperfections. I put my hair up but left some wisps down to give it that messy, chic look. I applied a little makeup, not too much and then I put my necklace on. It was the only piece of jewelry I owned, but for the cheap, gold wedding band that Ron probably got out of a gumball machine. That I tossed the second I left the Wizard Hospital. The necklace I liked though. It was silver and it had a silver rose pendant on the end of it. I had it on the night of my accident and I’d worn it ever since.
     “He’s here, he’s here,” Edmond shouted when there was a knock at the door and then he nearly bowled me over as he passed me in the hall on the way to the door.
     “Alright, slow down already. You can answer the door Edmond. Gosh he’s excited to see Draco,” I said and then I rounded the corner and nearly bumped into the blond. He towered over me which made me only fancy him that much more.
     “For you Mon Cherie,” he said and he gave me a slight bow as he passed me a bouquet of red roses and gardenias.
     “How did you know I love roses and gardenias?” I asked as I graciously took the flowers and then inhaled their fragrant aroma.
     “Lucky guess?” he said and he smirked.
     “Have a seat, I’ll just put these in water. Dinner is ready whenever you are,” I said. The flowers made a nice centerpiece for the table that I’d meticulously set. It was a little more formal than I was used to, but Draco was a Malfoy, a pureblood and I assumed that he probably felt more comfortable with a formal dinner, besides, it was fun digging out the good china! China—ugh—Ron. Not tonight, you are not going to think of him tonight Hermione, I told myself. Everything was perfect and when I rounded the corner into the living room I stopped dead in my tracks when I saw possibly the sweetest thing on Earth. Draco was in the armchair and Edmond was kneeling in his lap. My son’s little arms were wound around the Healer’s neck and they were just chatting together, like a Father and son. It was breathtakingly beautiful and I put my hand over my heart and fought back tears. In all the years I never once saw Edmond respond to Ron in that way. That’s when it hit me. I steadied myself on the back of the couch. Edmond looks an awful lot like Draco. His hair is only two shades darker than Draco’s was when he was a boy. He looks like him, and at times he even acts like him. This can’t be, did I have a child out of wedlock? I know I messed around with Draco when we were in Potions School, but a baby? “I—I need to sit down,” I said when my legs went weak and I felt as if I may pass out at any second.
     “Let me help you,” Draco said and he flew to my side where he supported me as I made my way to the couch. “Edmond, go fetch a wash cloth from the loo. Wet it down under the sink and then bring it to me, please,” he said and Edmond took off down the hall.
     “He’s yours, isn’t he?” I muttered. My head was spinning like a top.
     “Hermione, relax. You’re having another panic attack. Breathe.”
     “It’s too late,” I said and I kicked my feet up on the couch. Draco leaned over me at that and kissed my forehead.
     “Yes, he’s mine,” he whispered and then he kissed me on the lips. “And I love him very much,” he said and he kissed me again. “Just as I love you,” he kissed me again.
     “We didn’t get married? Did we break up or something, or was it because of Herbie?”
     “Shh, it’s okay babe. Herbie? Who the hell is Herbie?” he asked and then he took the washcloth from Edmond and dabbed it on my forehead.
     “The Muggle that you married. Harry said she died in a train accident.”
     “Sweetness, you have to listen to me. Harry is a complete idiot. We will talk about all of this, but after dinner and after Edmond goes to bed. Deal?” I nodded. “Good, then let me get the dinner on the table, you just lay here and rest. I assume its in the oven?”
     “It’s all ready,” I said and I pointed. My eyes felt heavy and I felt myself drifting off to sleep.


     “I don’t like this food, Fadher,” Edmond said and he pushed his plate away. With Hermione off in slumber land Draco fed Edmond the delicious pot roast that Hermione made. He thought about waiting for his wife to eat—it was the polite thing to do, but ultimately he knew that she would want him to eat it whilst it was piping hot and she looked as if she was in a deep sleep. Draco enjoyed the meal, more than words could say.
     “Why not, Edmond?” he blinked twice when he heard the tot call him Father. It felt good, exceedingly so and he did not correct him. The prideful side of him prevented such a correction, and besides, he was his Dad. He was even pleased that Edmond knew. He didn’t relish telling such a small child that the man you know as Daddy, really isn’t, so he was thankful for that.
     “It tastes dead,” the small boy said and he put on the pouty face.
     “Hmm,” he said and then he stood and walked to the fridge. There was a package of cubed, raw beef, usually for making a stew, and on a hunch he opened it and stabbed into a small cube of it with a fork. “How about this, does it look appetizing?” he asked and he held the forkful of bloody meat out to his young son.
     “More,” Edmond said after he devoured the raw, bloody meat. Chills shot down Draco’s spine at the realization that his son was craving blood and that that was the reason he pushed away the delicious pot roast. Hermione is not going to like this one bit, he thought to himself.

     “Do you hear that?” I said in the dead of night when I heard the pawing hoof of a centaur on our dorm room door.
     “Hmm?” Draco said groggily.
     “It’s right outside. Listen, there it is again!” Draco did not respond. I pulled my wand out and pointed it at the door. It’s not that I was scared, I’d faced worst things, but I was nervous and there was no way possible that I could ever sleep through the racket. “Draco!” Still nothing as the blond slept peacefully.
     “I’ll sleep nude with you for a night, but you have to wake up right now,” I said in jest and under my breath. I didn’t think that he’d hear me let alone take me seriously.
     “I’m going to hold you to that, Granger,” he said and his eyes popped open and he sat up. His bare chest was bathed in a pale blue light that was coming from the moon’s luminous rays and I swallowed hard. “Take a picture it might last longer,” he said and he smirked as he reached for his wand.
     “I wasn’t staring—“
     “Right, whatever you say,” he replied in a sing song voice. Just then, a centaur rammed our door and it rattled on its hinges. I screamed out and jumped in fright.
     “It can’t get in,” he drawled as if I had annoyed him. “They put wards on the dorms. I mean I assume that they did.”
     “I’m not afraid. I just can’t get a decent shot at the door from where I’m sitting,” I said honestly.
     “Is that a cheap trick to get into my bed? Because if it is, it’s working.”
     “Don’t flatter yourself.’
     “Are you going out there then or what? I’d like to get back to sleep,” the blond said with all seriousness.
     “Doesn’t it bother you to have a woman fight your battles for you? Is there not a shred of decency in you? A real man would face down the centaurs.”
     “That was cold, even for you,” he said sounding wounded. “You didn’t seem to question my manhood when you were begging for my cock,” he grumbled.
     “I did not beg you for anything of the sort,” I defended. I watched as he threw his legs over the side of the bed and tugged his trousers on. “What are you doing?” I asked nervously when he made his tired way to the dorm room door.
     “I’m going out there to be torn to shreds, you know, like a real man would do?” he said angrily.
     “No! Come back here.”
     “Get stuffed,” he said and he opened the door and looked out. “We’re trying to sleep in here!” he shouted.
     “Malfoy I’m serious, close the door.”
     “Why, does this bother you?” At that he stood there and fanned the door open and closed, open and closed as a means to taunt me.
     “I’m naked,” I said and I was, as I let my nightgown fall to the floor in a heap at my feet. “I’m climbing into your bed, but you have to close and lock the door or the gown goes back on,” I said and I slipped under the covers in his bed, turning my back to him. I smiled when I heard the door close and the lock click into place. His hands were everywhere as he scooted in behind me and I could feel his erection pressing against my bottom.
     “Don’t worry, I’ll save you from the centaurs should they find their way in here,” I said sarcastically and with a smile plastered to my face which he could not see. Suddenly I was falling and there was a loud thud when I hit the floor.
     “Teach you to try and emasculate a bloke when he has a stiffy for you,” he chuckled.
     “Fine!” I climbed to my feet, intent on sleeping alone when I was being tugged backwards and into his waiting arms. “Don’t touch me,” I said and I smacked at his arms that encircled me.
     “Just shut up and kiss me,” he commanded and then his lips were flush against mine. I moaned into his kiss and settled in against him.
     “Why are you so good at this? Did you put a love spell on me?”
     “Why, do you love me?” he asked through heady pants and sexy moans.
     “No!”
     “Yes you do,” he said. “Too much talk. Suck me off Granger. If you know how to that is.”

     “Wait up, sweetness,” Draco called out to me and his voice echoed through the school. I stopped and turned around and then blushed when I saw him. It was the morning after and I had hoped to avoid him on that particular morning. I felt slightly embarrassed at seeing him, but I waited for him as he caught up to me in the hall outside the potions lab.
     “Why didn’t you wait for me? I got out of the shower and you were gone,” he asked sincerely and he gave me a peck on the cheek.
     “I don’t know, I just didn’t want to hear any of your crude jokes this morning,” I admitted.
     “I don’t follow,” he said and he looked concerned.
     “What we did last night,” I hinted. “You know,” I urged when he didn’t seem to get what I was trying to convey with my hint.
     “Oh I know what we did last night. I’m trying to figure out why you’re acting weird about it,” he said and I could feel my cheeks burning with fire.
     “You’re blushing,” he smirked. “Cute, but why?”
     “I was loud. I’ve never had that happen,” I said uncomfortably and quietly.
     “Had what exactly?” he asked and I wanted to throttle him for being so stupid right at that moment.
     “You know! Gods you’re thick. I mean when you—tasted my tangerine…and the way you sucked the nectar out, so to speak.”
     “Ha-ha!” He laughed. “That was great!” he smiled. “You just made eating an orange sound bloody great. I’ll have to eat one at lunch,” he quipped and he wagged his eyebrows.
     “God I hate you! You always have to ruin everything.”
     “Oh cut it out Granger. I went down on you and you came. So what? Isn’t that the whole purpose?”
     “I was loud!”
     “We both were need I remind you. You gave me a killer blowjob and I got off too. And?”
     “And…it was humiliating.”
     “Making sounds to let me know that you enjoyed what I was doing, I mean really enjoyed it,” he added in for good measure and to just turn the knife in my back just a little more, “That was humiliating? And here I was thinking that it was bloody hot.”
     “You weren’t going to make fun of me today?” I asked.
     “I hadn’t thought of it, but if you want me to,” he said and I socked him in the arm. At that he slinked and arm around my waist and pulled me into his side. “It was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” he whispered in my ear and I gushed.
     “Isn’t that endearing, Sweetness! Young love,” Professor Snively said stepping out from one of the empty classrooms only inches from where we’d been standing. “My office. Now.”
     “Why, Sir, we haven’t done anything wrong?” I spoke up.
     “Cavorting on school property, lewd and lascivious behavior between two, unmarried students. It was on the application that you signed that sex between students is strictly forbidden. My office. Now!” he shouted and he wagged an accusatory finger at us.
     “Shit,” the blond said and he dropped his arm from around my waist.

     “You know what I’m going to say,” Snively said as we sat on opposite sides of his great, oak desk. He struck a match and lit his pipe and then stared at us. “You’re supposed to tell me what I’m going to say.”
     “Oh! You’re going to say that we’re out. But if you will just reconsid--”
     “Just you’re out honey. Pack your things Know-It-All.”
     “What?” Both Draco and I said in unison.
     “I might understand if the both of us were dropped from the program, although it wouldn’t be fair at all since our grades are spotless, nearly, but—“
     “She talks too much,” Professor Snively said and he exhaled smoke into my face. I waved my hand in front of my face to scatter the smoke and then I opened my mouth to continue. “Doesn’t she?” he addressed Draco.
     “I—no, I think she talks fine,” Draco said clamping his mouth shut. The git.
     “He agrees with me, he just knows that you won’t keep on polishing his knob if he agrees with me right now.” Draco chuckled and I wanted to hex him. I even fingered my wand.
   “I don’t agree with him Granger. It was funny though, purely as a joke.” Snively smiled.
     “I have to know why it is that he isn’t being dropped but I am,” I said deflated.
     “Because he’s better than you.”
     “What?” I was flabbergasted not to mention insulted.
     “Well he is. He’s got the highest marks in the class. Besides, it’s no surprise that he’s shagging you, he’s doing what all young men do. Boys will be boys.”
     “That’s sexist! I feel completely offended. He isn’t even shagging me.”
     “Would you take veritserum to prove it?” he said and he leaned forward and gave me the evil eye.
     “The Ministry wouldn’t release their precious supply for the means of asking a war hero such as me such lewd questions.”
     “Hermione,” Draco said but I cut him off.
     “No, Draco, do not tell me to hush. I know what you’re thinking and I will not back down to this sort of biased sexism. Either we’re both still in or we are both out but you can’t play favorites. Merlin, it’s Hogwarts all over again! Why do Potions Professors always like Draco and not me?” I said with a raised voice. Meanwhile Snively was laughing his head off! It was all a splendid riot to him.
     “So veritserum,” he said, baiting me.
     “You’re bluffing,” I narrowed my eyes on him.
     “Hermione!”
     “What?” I shouted and I turned to Draco.
     “It’s a potions school. They brew the supply of veritserum here at this school. The Ministry probably gets it from him,” he said and he pointed to the Professor who was now laughing like somebody who was under a giggle curse.
     “Now you see why he’s the best student this year? You have to think Miss Granger.”
     “Fine,” I said growing ever the more weary of the whole sordid affair. “I’ll just collect my things then it seems,” I said picking up my book bag and turning to leave.
     “If she goes, I go,” Draco said in my defense and I smiled at the blond jackarse. Oh I still had feelings for him but I was humiliated right in that moment.
     “Sit down, I was just having a little fun. You’re really the student with the top marks, although he is better than you.”
     “I am? Ha, I knew it! Why is he better, because he’s a boy I suppose? That was really cruel what you did.” I said, still fuming.
     “You need to apply yourself more. You’re not giving me one hundred percent,” he said to Draco. “You’re too involved with this one,” he said to Draco and he pointed at me. “So here it is, my punishment, are you ready?” he asked and we both nodded.
     “We can’t move your dorms. The centaurs have destroyed much of the dormitories, and that is the reason that we had to double students up this year. Yet we can’t have you fraternizing either. When I say that I mean sex, just so we’re clear. That leaves you one of two options. You either get married,now, and we forget about the whole thing, because obviously what a married couple does is none of the school’s business…Or…you sign a decree stating that you will not have sex with one another while you complete your studies at this institution.”
     “That’s fine. We will simply sign the decree,” I said for both of us.
     “What’s the catch?” Draco asked.
     “See, he’s smart! You might be better off taking the first option. You seem to need a fellow like him to do your thinking for you,” Snively said and my jaw dropped. “Plenty of book smarts, but not much in the common sense department,” he laughed. Draco put his hand on my leg to steady me, that or to keep me from going over the desk I was livid. “The catch is that you must take the Butt Ugly potion. That’s not the proper name but the proper name is boring. Basically you will look like a hag to him. Saggy tits, warts and all. He will look much the same to you, except for without the tits.”
     “You can’t do that! There must be a third option.”
     “There is, you both quit and do not reapply.”
     “Let’s just get married,” Draco said.
     “Right then, join hands,” Snively said and my eyes bulged right out of my skull.
     “Wait, I have a problem with this. How can you even marry us?”
     “I’m an OWM—an Ordained Wizard Minister. I can perform the ceremony right now.”
     “Draco we need to talk about this. This is nuts!”
     “I think she wants a proper proposal.”
     “I’m going insane!”
     “Professor, just give us five minutes, alright?” the professor nodded and continued smoking his pipe as Draco stood and dragged me by the hand from the room.

     “You can’t be serious?”
     “Why not? I need this degree. It’s the difference between me spending ten years as a Junior Healer before I become a Senior Healer which is where the prestige is.”
     “I know but—marriage, Draco? I’m not going to marry you so that you can get a cushy job.”
     “Then marry me because I love you,” he said bluntly and I felt my knees go weak. My head was spinning as he dropped to one knee and took me by the hand and there, he proposed. “I only ask that you give me one son, you know to carry on the family name. Any kids after is just a bonus and entirely up to you. You can work and do what you want so long as I get plenty of sex. I love you, I do. You’re smart and sexy and you challenge me like no other. I think we could have a pretty good life together. Marry me?”

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