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Locked In	By : goldhorse Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 117470 -:- Recommendations : 7 -:- Currently Reading : 13
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“You bastard!” Pansy screeched as soon as Draco walked into the Great Hall for dinner.

He sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose. He knew she’d find out sooner or later. He was hoping for later but he supposed that it was time they stopped hiding. He just hated to put Hermione in the spotlight like this. She’d been miserable all day, flipping between fear for their daughter and anguish that she wasn’t at her best.

“You… you… you-“

Draco quirked an eyebrow and stared the stuttering girl down. He wasn’t about to say what she was trying to get out, but there was no way he’d bring it up either. He wasn’t going to deny it though. He was proud of Hermione, their daughter, his family.

“BLOOD TRAITOR!” Pansy shrieked at the top of her lungs.

Everyone in the Hall fell silent. Great. Now they were back at this but something stopped him from sending her a cutting remark. This was his chance to send a message, to let everyone know how wrong it was to discriminate. But how?

Hermione chose that moment to walk in. She’d taken a nap after their last class, something she was doing more and more often. Between her morning sickness, cramming for her tests, keeping up with homework, planning weddings, playing matchmaker, and skulking about the castle with him, she was exhausted. But at that moment, she looked like an angel.

Draco scrambled up from his seat and drew her into his arms. “There is no such thing as a blood traitor,” he started, his voice loud enough to reach everyone. “It’s a stupid notion thought up by a man who held a grudge. He turned his back on everything for it. He let hate consume him until it consumed the only thing that ever mattered to him, his family. Some of us might have magical relatives that date back millennia and others none, but that doesn’t change what we are. We are the same.”

“LIES!” Pansy cried. “They persecute us!”

“Not in centuries,” Hermione snorted. “Most are so jaded any more that they scarcely believe in magic. Still, fear is very real and why we stay separate. We’re not asking anyone to go and put on a dog and pony show for muggles. We’re asking for peaceful co-existence and acceptance of those who were not born to this lifestyle. We’re asking for a brighter future, for all witches and wizards.”

Draco’s heart filled with pride for his wife. She had no clue what had just happened, but she barged in anyway. She was a fierce little lioness… and all his.

“They’re primitive!” Pansy cried.

Hermione gave a slow smile. “I’d like to see you accomplish so much without magic. Did you know they have technology that can send a written message across the world in mere seconds? They have telephones that work like a floo call without the soot and a postal system of workers instead of owls. They fly in large mechanical contraptions called airplanes. They watch plays any time they wish on a gadget called the television. They read, write, dress, and eat just as we do. They ponder philosophy, calculate mathematical equations, experiment with potions, gaze at the stars, and wonder if they are alone in the universe. They have their flaws, their shortcomings like we all do. There are saints and evil doers. But most importantly, they love as we do, fiercely, loyally.”

She leaned into Draco’s side and accepted a kiss on her temple. “So you tell me again Pansy, besides being able to wield a wand and have most anything you wish without having to work for it, how are they different?”

“You just said it,” Pansy sniffed. “They can’t wave their wands and create things out of thin air.”

“Your right,” Draco said softly. “They’re better than us.”

“WHAT?” Pansy shrieked.

Draco gave a wistful smile, something finally clicking in his mind. “They are better. They have to work for everything they have. How is that not nobler? They grow and prepare food with their own hands instead of transfiguring it with a wave of the wand or depending on elves. They grow their own fibers, weave them into thread and fabric, make their own garments, and purchase and patch them as needed. It takes much longer, much more dedication than a few hours with a spell book. How are they not better?”

“How can you say that?” Pansy hissed. “We don’t have the diseases they do!”

“True,” Draco said. “In some ways we are much more advanced. I never said we’re not worth anything or that we have it easy. They can’t heal as quickly or as fully as we do. They are susceptible to much more than we are. They’re more fragile in some ways and stronger in others. Wouldn’t you say that makes us all even?”

Pansy turned an ugly shade of red. “So you just want to skip into the muggle world and hold hands!”

“Of course not,” Draco snorted. “Did you not hear Hermione? She agrees that separation is a good idea. They aren’t ready for that knowledge yet. But that doesn’t mean we have to destroy them. We don’t even need to avoid them. We just omit the part where we can do magic.”

Pansy crossed her arms and scoffed. “And how do you suppose they’d react when they discovered the truth?”

Draco grinned. “Why don’t you ask the half-bloods? Or, perhaps you could speak with a muggle-born and discuss how their family took the news that their children were special. It’s been happening since the dawn of time and it will continue to happen. The only thing we want to do change is their reception. We should welcome new blood… not dismiss it. Look a little harder at the world Pansy. You might just find the love of your life.”

“What utter bollocks,” Pansy sneered. “You married an inferior little bitch. You’re tainted spawn grows inside her now.”

“You will not insult my family,” Draco hissed.

Pansy drew her wand. Before he could strike, half the Gryffindor table stood up and drew their wands along with The Notts, the Finch-Flechleys, and Venus. No, there would be no chance of a fight today. But he wondered when it would come. They couldn’t watch their backs every moment of the day.

“Your family,” Pansy said coldy. “What about your mother and father?”

Draco narrowed his eyes. “My father is a bigoted bastard who keeps my mother under lock and key because her marriage contract demands it. I have no doubt he’ll disown me soon.”

“And you still run to this… this-“

“Choose your words carefully,” Draco said in a steely voice. “I won’t stand for anyone speaking ill of my family. Not even you.”

“You’ll throw them over for her,” Pansy sneered in disgust.

“That’s their choice,” Draco said coolly. "I’ve made my choice. They can either accept it or disinherit me. I hope they’ll choose the first, but I won’t force it on them.”

Pansy looked green. “You’ve changed.”

Draco rolled his eyes. “Look around. We all have. Those that haven’t,” he gave her a pointed look. “Well, maybe they should think about what history has taught us.”

“History!” Pansy screeched.

Hermione sighed. “Insanity is doing the same thing over and over and expecting different results. If we keep at each other’s throats because of blood bias, then we’ll always have wars. We will always lose our loved ones over senseless squabbles.”

“Senseless?” Pansy yelled and started to dive for Hermione.

“That is quite enough!” Snape yelled, effectively stopping Pansy in her tracks.

Dumbledore stood and cleared his throat. “Quite right. This has gone on long enough. Mrs. Malfoy is correct. We must unite for a better future. Draco and Hermione are proof that it can work well. Miss Parkinson, please desist this instant.”

“Mrs. Malfoy,” Pansy whispered. “It’s true.”

Draco scoffed. “Of course it’s true. Dumbledore married us months ago.”

Pansy screamed like a harpy and stalked out of the Great Hall. Draco had a sinking feeling in his gut that this was just the beginning. He looked around the room at the stunned faces and decided that whatever happened, it was worth it. They all knew where he stood now. And… they knew Hermione was his.

AN: I've decided to finish this one before I finish FF (for those of you who are reading it.) I've hit a major brick wall so I hope that this will help. This one only has a few chapters left. As always, thanks to everyone who reviewed. You wouldn't believe how much better they made the past few weeks. Keep them coming and let me know how I'm doing. Until next time... love you guys!
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