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Locked In	By : goldhorse Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 117470 -:- Recommendations : 7 -:- Currently Reading : 13
Disclaimer: I do not own HP, JK Rowling does. I make no money doing this. I have the moths in my pockets to prove it.

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“Morning sleepyheads,” Ginny chirped as Draco and Hermione plopped down at the Gryffindor table.

It was nothing new to see the couple sitting together, and not always with the Gryffindors. Most of the Slytherins accepted the couple after a few disbelieving weeks. Pansy Parkinson was still giving them hell, but many of the other teens had their eyes on paramours from other houses and stations as well. Essentially, Draco had paved the way toward acceptance in dating outside pureblood circles.

They didn’t stay within their own houses either. They visited Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw frequently. The first few weeks were the hardest. Months of snarling and hexing preceding years of hurtful slights had made the others wary of Draco. But after seeing him treat Hermione like she was a precious jewel, they changed their tune. He was still sarcastic and egotistical much of the time, but he was hospitable.

In a way, Draco and Hermione had sort of become the new poster children for how to act after the war. It really hadn’t even taken that much coaxing. Since the fall of Voldemort, the purebloods had been given a real eye opener and now they had an even bigger one. Anyone with half a brain could see that the couple got along famously. Oh, they fought, but they loved each other fiercely. No one knew exactly how close they were. The marriage and Hermione’s pregnancy were kept secret, more for the safety of their child than anything. Lucius was still a threat, though he’d been suspiciously silent.

“Morning,” Hermione sighed and stared at her plate. The potion kept her stomach settled, but it did nothing to give her an appetite.

“Try this,” Venus said. She slid a plate of dry toast and some peppermint tea under Hermione’s nose. “Dad said this always worked wonders.”

Hermione smiled weakly and took a drink. It was minty and a little bitter but that was easily remedied with a small lump of sugar. The toast went down easier than she thought and she sighed in relief. It felt good to get something on her stomach again.

“Hey guys,” Harry said, plopping down next to his sister and frowning at Hermione. “You look awful.”

“Thanks,” Hermione said dryly and giggled when Venus smacked Harry upside the head.

She watched them fuss for a few minutes and then grin at each other. She was surprised at how well they got along together. They still spent many nights in the common room playing 20 questions and had become quite close. There were still tense moments but they were working through them. She wondered if Venus knew Naomi had returned.

“So,” Draco began, picking at his grapefruit to avoid looking directly at anyone. “Snape had a visitor last night, tall woman, electric blue eyes. Someone want to fill me in?”

Venus gasped. “Really?”

“You didn’t know then?” Draco asked softly.

Venus shook her head and frowned. “She never called… and I have my mirror on me all the time.”

“I’d say she has some explaining to do,” Harry said grimly.

“So you know about her, do you?” Draco said with a smirk.

Harry stuck his tongue out at him like a toddler before ducking another blow from Venus. Hermione giggled at their antics. She just loved happy endings, and Harry getting a sister, well, it was more than she could have hoped for.

The Great Hall doors opened again and Hermione couldn’t fight the urge to look. Snape came strolling in, a wide smirk on is face as he made a beeline for their table. Chatter immediately died as he did. Everyone knew Snape had a daughter but only Harry’s closest friends knew that Venus was his sister. Harry preferred it that way and he knew Rita Skeeter would have a field day if she ever found out.

“Venus,” Snape drawled.

“Yes father?” Venus cocked an eyebrow and smirked, looking like his mirror image.

Hermione watched as Harry purposefully put his hand over his mouth to keep from laughing out loud. Snape might have softened towards him, but he still had a wickedly sharp tongue and power to wield detentions. There would be no going easy on Harry, especially not for laughing at the Professor.

“I take it you’ve been informed.”

Venus scoffed. “I’ve been asked a question. I’d actually like an answer… or a visit.”

Snape’s face softened. “Of course. She’s waiting for you in my rooms. I do apologize for not fetching you last night but…”

Venus held her hand up. “Stop right there. I’ve no wish to discuss your love life, if you please. I’m aware that you have one, but I’d rather not picture it… especially at the breakfast table.”

Snape glared at her for a moment before clicking his tongue. “Go on then. She’s a nervous wreck.”

Venus calmly got up and vaulted over the table before anyone could react. Snape caught her in midair and sat her beside him and scowled. “Honestly, that’s not behavior becoming of a lady.”

Venus only shrugged. “I was raised by vampires.”

“Cheeky,” Snape growled affectionately.

Venus grinned. “You love me.”

Snape fought back a smile. “That I do. Run along now. I promised you’d be there within the hour.”

Venus nodded, jumped up to kiss his cheek, and ran from the room like the hounds of hell were chasing her. Hermione couldn’t blame her. Naomi had raised Venus as her own and they’d been separated for months. Hermione knew how much she missed her own parents… even now… when she’d never see them again. Draco brushed the sudden tears from her cheek and pulled her into his chest.

“Are you quite alright, Miss Granger?” Snape drawled in a bored tone.

Hermione looked up at him and nodded. His face was impassive but his eyes held nothing but concern and she found it hard not to burst into sobs. Gods she hated her hormones. They were making her a blubbering idiot. She’d actually broken down in Potions the other day when she’d added the crushed dandelion one second too early. It had barely affected her potion, but it felt like she’d flushed her entire school career down the drain in that one movement. She gathered herself and cleared her throat.

“I’m fine now Professor,” she said before lowering her voice. “The potion worked wonders.”

Snape simply nodded and strutted… yes strutted… to the dais. Hermione went from heartache to laughing like a maniac a moment later.

“Whatever you’re on,” Ron said. “I don’t want any.”

“Ronald,” Hermione snapped, giving Ginny a grateful smile when she smacked her brother in the head.

“Well,” Ron whined, dodging Ginny again. “You’re acting like a mad woman, you know?”

“She can’t help it,” Ginny hissed. “And if you know what’s good for you, you’ll shut the hell up.”

“Fine,” Ron huffed. “But she’s bonkers, I swear.”

“I’ll show you bonkers,” Ginny growled, unsheathing her wand.

“Not here,” Harry said quickly, his eyes glancing up toward the Professors.

Ginny grinned at him and put her wand away. “Look who’s become the teacher’s pet.”

Harry sniffed and chucked a scone at her. “I just… it’s weird, but I really don’t want to… you know.”

“He’s not going to condemn you because you let Weaselette give the Weasel his dues,” Draco snorted.

“Hey,” Ginny and Ron both said.

“What?” Draco snapped. “You still call me ferret.”

“Perhaps you should all learn each other’s names,” Hermione said with a smirk. “Here, I’ll introduce you. Draco Malfoy, these are my friends Ronald and Ginerva Weasley. They prefer being called Ron and Ginny. Ron, Gin, this is my… boyfriend, Draco Malfoy.”

Draco caught the slight hesitation when she’d introduced him. It still aggravated them that they couldn’t say husband and wife, but it was safer that way, for the time being. Instead of dwelling on it, he held out his hand and shook with the Weasleys. “Pleasure.”

It was just the start of another surreal day in the new after-war climate, one where Gryffindors, Slytherins, Ravenclaws, and Hufflepuffs got along famously… or at least civilly.

AN: So I was going to post this yesterday. Funny thing about the stomach flu. It might not kill you, but you'll wish you were dead. Ugh. Anyway, I'm back... sort of. I'm not going to answer anyone's questions... because they are going to answer themselves in the next few chapters. Maybe. *evil grin* Thanks to everyone who reviewed. I read them on my sickbed. Made the day pass faster. Keep them coming and let me know how I'm doing. Until next time... love you guys!
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