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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.

Chapter List
- 5
- 6
In my lazy wandering I had discovered four studies, each one having a different theme to them ranging from dark and sleek to boisterous and loud with color; I had figured the brightest of them had to be Ross’s. I had also discovered an atrium like room that had a open ceiling and several large trees with holes in them, the beautiful creamy brown owl was asleep in one of the holes and it made me think of Minnie. A bowl of treats was beneath each tree so I took one and offered it to the owl once I gently woke it, asking him to please go get my precious girl. He had taken off after a few stretches of his wings and that was when I noticed a door on the opposite end of the room.
“I wonder.” I pondered, then decided that my curiosity had thus far gotten me into the best kind of trouble I had ever been in so I went for it, a small snicker in the back of my mind reminded me that it wasn’t as if I was going to expelled or anything for going through a door. To my satisfaction I found the almost Olympic sized pool that was behind the manor. Half of the pool had shade from a pavilion that was built over the shallow end while the deep end was in the sun. Around the pool was moss covered rocks that felt like heaven on my feet. “This is amazing.” I was bouncing a little.
“No view is as amazing as watching you bounce like that in just my shirt. Do it again.” Draco’s voice caused me to do three things at once; I spun around, made a very girly noise mixed with a gasp, and stumbled but was able to correct it before falling over.
“Draco!” I was breathless and blushing like he hadn’t had me in every way possible hours before. He was very much naked in front of me, leaning against the door frame into the owls room. “You’re not wearing any clothes!” I squeaked out, my mouth hanging open briefly before I started to look around and at anything but the very delicious form of Draco Malfoy… my fiance.
“And you’re wearing too many.” He walked towards me then, very comfortable in his nudity obviously as my heart began to race. He wasn’t! My mind screamed. His fingers took hold of his shirt, easily working at the buttons. He was! “I should fix that.” His lips pressed to mine before I could protest.
I tried to talk through kissing him, randomly able to break my lips away to mumbled the words “Cant.” And “We’re outside.” But it was only when I would whimper his name that he would pause his assault on me and nip at my skin. He had woken up with a fire inside him and the need I could feel in his hands was different than it had been before.
“Who cares.” He had undone the last button and the shirt was hanging open like a robe on me with his hands now slowly exploring the skin he had revealed to himself. “We’re home.” His hands had settled at my shoulders and as he spoke those last words he slid the shirt from my arms and as it fell to the ground he picked me up.
A small gasp left me, our eyes locking for a moment as he began walking me towards the pool. “We cant swim! We have to be at the resort!” The last bit of my sentence was higher in pitch as he began to walk into the sloping entrance of the pool. Now that I was able to see it closer I realized it was covered in sand on the slope and my confusion distracted me from my protests as an idle thought of sunbathing on a ‘beach’ appealed to me but then my toes. Then feet were in the water and he didn’t stop his progression.
“It’s a salt water pool.” He spoke as the warm water began to creep up my thighs. “There are fish in here too.” That had me excited.
“Really?” I was looking around now, but while wiggling I felt his length and shivered.
“If you have any hope of seeing them stop wiggling, Mrs. Malfoy.” I bit my lip but stilled myself until we were chest deep and he let me go. “There are undetectable extension charms on the deep end, even a air pocket on the bottom that can’t be seen from outside of the water. It is a hideaway in the water, a Malfoy secret.” He winked at me.
“You have an underwater panic room?” I was both impressed and disbelieving but it was rather clever I had to admit.
“Want to see it?” the way that he asked me held promise. I bit my lip and debated whether or not being late was acceptable- I was not a late person.
“Yes.” He smiled before I even answered, the boyish grin that only came out when he was playing a game and winning. Had I just checkmated myself? When he went under water I followed him, taking a deep breath but what met my eyes under the water as we went into the deep end was startling. There were hundreds of fish in what seemed like an ocean around us, it was endless everywhere I looked except for up and I almost had a panic attack. But then I saw him swimming ahead of me and forced my body to follow him, when I was sure that I needed to go up for air I tried to turn back but Draco took hold of my ankle.
In a panic I looked down at him and saw him pointing to grapefruit sized air bubbles floating around a few feet below him. He pulled me down to him and we were able to reach them with just a few reaches and kicks. My lungs were on fire now but I watched as he pulled one of them to his lips and sucked it in. Copying him I was instantly grateful, I had been on the verge of true panic when he took hold of me but felt silly now that he had shown me how to breathe in the water; I should have known he wouldn’t let anything happen to me. I hadn’t realized how quickly I had come to trust him with my safety till we were swimming down further and further until the light at the surface was a dim glow and the air bubbles were more frequent around us.
I was so petrified of the water around me that I didn’t take time to look at the fish and magical creatures swimming around us because all I kept thinking was what if the bubbles go away. Right as I was second guessing every decision I had made since I woke up to go on an adventure through the manor we reached a point in the water that was mirror like. It was as if someone had laid a perfect liquid reflection beneath us, Draco was pointing towards the brightest part of it and took my hand to pull me along with him as he swam towards it. When he reached out to touch the light in the water we were sucked into it and I was pulled in behind him in a blink.
We were standing at the edge of a beach, the waves were rolling in around our ankles and I was staring out at a meadow that had a small beach house nestled at the edge of it and the white sand. Flowers were everywhere, butterflies and crickets were scattered around, and further down the beach near the house was a gazebo with thin white veil curtains fluttering in a gentle wind that had a table under it. “This is some amazing magic, Draco. Who did this?” I was in awe, standing on a hidden beach, in the bottom of a pool, naked, with Draco, and he to top it off he is my fiance. I was somewhere lost in time; how quickly my life had changed.
He was smiling at me, running the back of his finger down the side of my arm. “My great great great great grandfather made this for his wife. He called it The Meadow. Over time it became a very well guarded secret and now it is something that we use as a code. It has only had to be used a handful of times for emergencies, but if I ever casually mention The Meadow you know where you need to go as quickly and discreetly as possible.” He pulled me into his arms then, leaning down to run his nose along my neck. “It is also a good place to come when you need a break.” He was sucking on my neck now and I was slowly melting for him.
“This place is beautiful.” I whispered, feeling the pull of his hands at my hips.
“Come eat breakfast with me?” His words tickled at my ear and it made me giggle.
“Don’t forget we are expected, Draco.” I smiled up at him now, not caring about anything I was saying as his eyes lit with mischief.
“I promise everyone is busy enough to not notice if we arrive late.” He didn’t give me a chance to respond, instead he scooped me up as he had the night before when he had barged into his study. I blushed, holding to him as I made a rather girly squeal- again.
“I can walk!” I was trying not to laugh or move too much.
“But this is more fun for me.” His smirk was disarming, I had seen it so much already but this time it was so utterly carefree that I had to lean up and kiss him softly.
“I guess it can have its advantages.” I began to kiss down his jaw and along his neck, feeling the softest hint of a rumble in his chest from his attempt at hiding his groan.
“Naughty Malfoy’s get punished.” He warned me, the grips from his hands tightening.
“I’m currently a Granger. So I am safe to misbehave.” I had whispered in his ear, but apparently my words had hit the switch. I felt his body tense before he used every muscle in his upper body. Every bit of the Seeker strength he had in him moved me with ease. His right hand had pushed up against my back while his left pushed back so my thighs were moving under me while I was being hoisted over his shoulder like a sack of flour.
The gasp was a mixture of horror and surprise. In no way was I alright with my bare backside lifted to the ‘sky’ above us. It was degrading and revealing and RIGHT NEXT TO HIS FACE. “Put Me Down! Now!” I was pressing my hands to his mid back to prop myself up slightly, but was forced to use one hand to shove my hair aside. I noticed two things at once, that his ass looked marvelous as he walked and that the shadow on the ground was of his hand raised.
I didn’t have time to prepare as his hand landed on my rounded right cheek and stung. I yelped, and from the way his voice sounded I knew Draco was smiling. “With that attitude I might just take you to one of those muggle drive-thru Elvis churches in Vegas after breakfast.”
I giggled, despite my efforts to be outraged; the image of Draco being spoken to by an imitation Elvis was too much. “Do you even like Elvis?” I tried not to giggle more.
“No.” I giggled the most then. I could feel the big puff of breath as he took on a stern voice that was clearly said in jest. “But if that is what it takes to get rid of that last name, I will do it.” He spanked me once more to drive the point home before he was setting me down inside the now open door of the cozy little beach house.
The inside was bigger than the house looked, I smiled. Magic was amazing when used properly and this house was proof of that. There was a small fireplace tucked in the corner of the living area, the walls were all stone and smooth by the looks of them. The floor was hardwood and looked old even though it was smooth as glass, the rugs on the floor were ornate and bright in colors and those made the whole house seem more like a child’s dream or grandmothers house. The island in the opposite end of the room divided up the house, holding the sink and counter space to use for food prep.
The kitchen was drastically different though, high tech and fully stocked and equipped- I wanted to use it so bad but Draco was guiding me towards the hallway. “It only has one room because it is only us here, if more people were to come the house would add on rooms. It also makes sure every room is stocked with what that person needs.” He nodded towards the door halfway down the hall and said I could shower in there then get clothes from the room at the end of the hall.
I wanted to do both of those things very much, his mention of clothes had fully reminded me that I was without apparel. How did he manage to distract me and make me so comfortable in my own skin?! “But what is the point of showering if we have to swim to get out?”
I was obviously amusing, or painted like a clown. He was grinning at me like I was adorable or hilarious, I could not tell the difference. “Once inside we can apparate out, the water is just the only way in.”
“Oh. Well. That makes sense.” I was planning, timing every movement to pull off my next stunt. He was so fast I wasn’t sure I would be able to achieve it, but if I did I would be able to shower alone but if not then I would be in trouble. When he had glanced towards the kitchen to start speaking I darted into the bathroom and closed to door quickly. I had seen him in the corner of my eye reaching for me just as I was out of his grasp and when I had closed the door he was a step from the door. I was grinning, I had truly thought he would get his hands on me before I was able to pull this off!
“You gonna let me in, Mrs. Malfoy?” His voice was teasing, I was shaking my head and then remembered he couldn’t see me.
“Nope. Consider this payback for your man handling of me earlier.” I could hear the smile in my voice and wanted to hate how giddy I sounded but I knew that I would rarely be able to get away with such a stunt so I was going to soak it up.
“Is that so?” he sounded like he knew something I did not.
“Yep!” I turned on the water to prove the point, watching it start to steam a few moments later as I admired the rather spacious stand up shower I was about to get in. It had a shower head on each wall and what looked like teal pastel sea glass laid into the tiles along the walls and floor.
I stepped in, moaning softly as the water pressure hit me. It was amazing! The water was the perfect temperature and the soaps smelled like oranges and jasmine, and the time to myself was surprisingly peaceful. I had thought when I had a moment to myself that my thoughts would run wild as they had previously when Draco was not around to overload my senses. But every bit of my overactive brain was silent as I rinsed out the conditioner and began to enjoy the hot water now that I was clean.
The room was full of steam, but the white curtain still showed the sudden flicker of a shadow in the room. I was about to panic, but then Draco was stepping into the shower with me and my mouth went dry. How had he gotten in?! Eyes wide and body frozen in the water I watched as he began to lather himself with soap. My breathing quickened slightly, watching the hands that I knew could be so precise in their touches run over his muscles and glide over his stomach was breathtaking.
“I love seeing you wet.” I accidentally whispered out loud as he finished rinsing the soap off and then locked eyes with mine.
“I will show you man handling.” His voice held the primal edge that made my blood boil and chill all at once.
“What?” I was so distracted by the show he had put on for me that his voice had been distant at first and I had to replay it in my head. But I didn’t have time for that at all, Draco moved quicker than my dead brain could register. He had my back pressed against the cold of the shower wall, making me hiss and arch into him, before I could gasp.
He had not been gentle, in fact I realized just how gently he had been treating me in that moment. His grip was borderline painful and made my wrists sting as he slammed them above my head, making me whimper. “Draco!” I had gasped out, eyes searching his for reassurance that I was not truly in trouble.
He pressed his hips into mine, his length making its presence brutally obvious as it pressed into my lower belly. The steam in the room made it like there was a fog around us beyond the water streams, made it seem like this was a dream. His teeth claimed my lower lip, making it tingle from the bit. “Say it again.”
One hand was now gripping my wrists but still just as tight while the other was firmly gripping my throat. I could feel each finger digging into me, the edge of his nails almost breaking skin but with the placement he had chosen I could still breathe even though it was controlled by how tightly he chose to squeeze and limit the action. The longer it was taking me to do as he said the harder he was squeezing until I was barely able to breathe at all.
My body was tingling, the spot at my back was not as cold now but everything about my body was on fire against it. I breathed out his name the best that I could and the pressure stopped though his hand lingered. “My good girl. Now, on your knees.” I was able to move as he released me and took a step back, has hands now pressing down on my shoulders. I did as I was told, knowing exactly what he wanted. I had never done this before either but the way he was looking down at me, like I was dinner gave me confidence as he watched me slowly take him into my mouth.
I was gagging rather quickly at first, feeling a little more than half of his member fill my mouth before it hit the back. But I had heard him moan as he hit the back and I wanted to hear it again, I tucked my lips over my teeth and began to suck as much of him into my mouth as slowly as I could. I was looking up at him, watching him watch me as I began to pick up a rhythm that didn’t kill me. “Now I can take over.” He said though gritted teeth, and I had no idea what he meant.
His hand tangled in my hair to still my head and he began to slowly start to thrust into my mouth and it made me gag but he pulled back to do it again and again until he was fucking my mouth and I had figured out how to relax my throat around him. The entire moment was so erotic for me, feeling almost all of him go down my throat as he let out small noises of pleasure and restraint.
My jaw had started to hurt and my throat was getting sore, my eyes must have told him as I glanced up to him because on the next thrust he pulled out of my mouth and drug me to standing by my wet hair. It hurt like hell, but we were moving so fast that I didn’t truly have time to register it all because he was bending me over the bathroom counter. He kicked my legs apart with one of his and wasted no time in burying himself in me, with how effortlessly he eased into me I knew that what he had done to me in the shower had made me ready for him, that I had enjoyed it and now that he was taking me I was already over the edge and crying out for him.
I burst on him after only a few thrusts, feeling the warm gush of fluid between us slide down my legs. He pulled back on my hair, arching me like a cat for him. When he would pull back with my hair and thrust into me as hard as he could at the same time, it made me squeak slightly with my moan when he did and he kept going faster and faster. I was crying out his name through gasps, begging him to give me more as he released my hair - which instantly began to make my scalp hurt- and took hold of my hips as he set a new rhythm in his speed.
The moan I let out was higher in pitch as he hit one of the overly sensitive spots in my womanhood, I watched him smirk in the mirror and do it once more to that spot but pause in his thrust to grind into me while fully buried in my depths. “Does Mrs. Malfoy like to be man handled?” He spanked me once before beginning his thrusts once more until he made me orgasm so hard I couldn’t pull in a breath, I could hear nothing but static all around me, and my body went tense and moved into him as much as I could while he emptied himself in me.
I could feel his length slowly softening in me as he began to gently kiss my shoulder and run his fingertips over my moist skin. My gentle snake was back now it seemed. “How did you get in?” I managed to speak through my calming breaths.
“The spare key.” I chuckled lightly, feeling my inner walls clamp on him and show that I was starting to get sore.
He pulled out of me then, making me gasp softly at the emptiness I felt quite suddenly. “Oh my.” I breathed out, blushing as I stepped back into the shower while he wrapped a towel around his waist and turned to watch me soap myself up once more. “What’s for breakfast?” I smiled, biting my lip as he watched me was intently as I had him earlier.
“I was going to make us omelets, but a certain female decided she wanted to play a game instead.” I blushed, “So she will have to settle for a bowl of cereal once she manages to get dressed.” I pouted then, the omelet sounded amazing.
He left the bathroom as I wrapped a towel around my body, following him I couldn’t stop my eyes from following the line of his spine and the muscles in his arms as he opened the bedroom door for me. The room had a king sized bed that looked exactly like Draco’s though the colors were vibrant oranges, creams, and light blues in the blankets and decor in the room. It was like a summer sunset came to life in the fabrics of the room, the closet was to the right and looked to be a walk in one at that. My curiosity was peaked, what all could be in there for us? “Do I get to pick my own clothes today?” I teased, but the look he gave me as he glanced down at me when I walked in the door he held open for me was mischievous.
“Neither one of us gets to pick. The Meadow will provide the best option.” I turned around to look at him, confused as I glanced back to the closet. “It is set up to be two changing rooms inside, that is why it is so big. You won’t know what you are wearing until you go into the ladies room in there.”
“Oh. That is-odd.” He laughed, it made me smile, but he walked into the closet so I did the same and went into the door on the opposite side of his on the inside. The room was small and reminded me of what muggles would call a small walk in closet but it had mirrors on one wall and a small bench at the end of the room for me to sit on if needed, it had hooks on the wall that held hangers with clothes on them and even jewelry. I was actually very happy with the outfit that had been provided for me, it was a long thin flowing skirt like I had worn on my first day at the manor but it had an even thinner sheer layer that would flow around the solid black piece that was a beautiful mix of blue and green with splashes of gold on it as if watercolor had come to life on the fabric. The shirt was a sleeveless blouse that had buttons down the back and was white as a cloud to make the colors on the skirt pop, along with the shirt came thin gold bracelets and a few random slightly thicker ones that had jewels the color of the skirt as well.
The meadow must have taken pity on me since right beside the small bench was a pair of flat sandals that were black with strings that would tie up my calf, it was a very Greek style in my opinion and once I was wearing them I made a note to buy as many of them in every color that I could because Merlin’s beard they were comfortable! It felt strange having the top the blouse come up almost to my collarbone but when I added the long necklace that settled in many layers down the front of it with gold chains it made the outfit all fall into place. A quick flick of my wand, which somehow happened to be sitting on the bench when I turned back around to examine myself in the mirror, had my hair in a loose braid down my back with small wisps of curls randomly falling down around my face and neck as well as the buttons doing themselves. It was very business casual or light summer brunch wear, perfect for touring the resort and still it looked classy enough to be lady like.
I came out talking, “I was a little concerned, but in the end I like the-” but that slowly stopped when I saw Draco in a pair of dark jeans with crisp edges to them, and a rolled up long sleeved white button up shirt. “I’ve never seen you in jeans.” He almost looked like a muggle from a Gucci model shoot with his normal look, I bit my lip. “Please tell me you have more of those.” I blushed suddenly, having not meant to say that last part out loud.
“It seems I will have to acquire some since you like them.” He stepped to me, running the back of his fingers down my cheek before he was pulling me along gently to the kitchen. When we got there two bowls were already on the counter though one was full of fruit, yogurt, and granola while the other was filled with fruit loops.
I began to giggle, glancing up at him. “Really?” He sat in front of them, happily spinning into place on the barstool.
“Don’t judge my cereal and I wont judge your love of bananas.” He motioned to the bowl of mixed fruit.
“You don’t like bananas?” I sat down as well, beginning to mix the fruit.
“Not at all.” He was smiling at me. “Your turn.”
“What?” I mumbled through a bite of yogurt covered watermelon.
“Something you do not like.” He took a bite of his cereal.
“I can’t stand licorice. It tastes like medicine and should not be considered a candy. At all.” I nodded, very matter of fact.
He was smirking at me, so I asked him another question since he was in a playful mood. “Something you love?”
“To ride horses.” This was not what I expected, and images of him on a horse were quite distracting. “You?”
“Well, I have never ridden a horse. You will have to teach me.” I took a bite and thought for a moment, he knew I loved books and now he knew of my dancing so what was something that few knew that I enjoyed. I blushed a little, not even Harry knew of this one.
“I paint. Not that I show anyone, I have absolutely no talent at it. But I enjoy it, the colors are beautiful.” I glanced at him then my food again.
He leaned in and kissed the top of my head, whispering he wanted to see some of them. I shook my head and asked another question. “Something you are bad at?”
“Singing. I can’t carry a tune to save my life.” He seemed proud of this and it made me giggle, he nodded in my direction as he took a bite of food.
“I kill any plant that I try to grow. Nothing helps. Not even magic. I have a black thumb.”I shrugged.
“You know,” he started, “My grandmother used to say that if the plants in a witches garden keep dying that they are absorbing curses meant to harm their master. Perhaps your plants just love you so much they do all they can to protect you.” He smiled, I was rolling my eyes. “But no plant will save your rear end from my palm if you roll your eyes at me again, witch.” He held a growl to his voice, a playful edge that made me wrinkle my nose at him as I ate a grape even though I was thrilled by the idea of him spanking me.
It might have happened, had I not seen a clock in the background with big red numbers reading 11:30. I squeaked, stabbing the last few pieces of fruit with my fork so I could eat them quickly. “We have got to go Draco!” He was sliding out of the stool when he pulled me into him, I wasn’t fully on the ground so I leaned into him without a choice before I could fully get my feet in front of me.
“And if I decide that I do not want to share you today?” I leaned up to kiss him, pressing my lips to his in a feather light touch.
“Then you will have to spend the day alone.” The words were whispered against his lips as I pulled away, the sly grin on my face must have warned him because the look on his face as I apparated away and to the resort was priceless. I had been smart enough to glance at the paperwork for the location in the meetings the day before, so I knew where to go and when I came to in a whirl staring up at the grand hotel and grounds it was on I was shocked into my jaw literally dropping open.
“Mione!” I turned to see Harry running towards me, he scooped me up into a hug that spun me around and made me squeal.
“Harry! Put me down!” but I giggled at the end before he released me and looked down at me with a pure Harry Potter is happy smile.
“Where is Malfoy?” He glanced around and I grinned a bit sheepishly. “Oh no, you’ve left him at the altar.”
I smacked his upper arm. “Oh hush you.”
“Like I would let this one get away from me now that no one can tell no?” Draco’s voice made my spine tingle as I looked over at him with a smile, but Draco was out for revenge by the look of the devilish yet handsome smirk on his lips.
“Sorry we are late, Potter, this one is insatiable. Quite the little minx.” He looked me up and down as I squeaked, blush tinting my cheeks in a wave of heat that flooded down my neck.
“Draco!” I stumbled over his name, glancing up at my best friend who was trying his hardest not to laugh at me while blushing just a bit himself. I don’t think Harry had ever thought of me like that before until Draco said something so revealing.
“Yes, witch?” for some reason, I had to swallow the gasp that tried to fight its way out at that. The brief moment of him using it in The Meadow to insinuate punishment was enough to give him using that tone a whole new air about it. He must have noticed because his eyebrow rose and Harry looked down at me.
“I am missing something very important here.” He mumbled, causing my blush to deepen further. Draco had won this round.
“Then it is just like old times. I will give you notes when you need them.” I spoke quickly and then saw someone I would not have deemed my savior until just then and probably never would again. Ross was floating like a peacock towards us and when Draco followed my gaze he sighed, sagged his shoulders, and dipped his head back.
“And so it begins.” His voice was like honey to me, but Harry seemed to not hear a difference at all.
“What do you mean by that?” Harry had no idea what it meant to have Ross come for you.
“And here I thought the two of you had truly gone off and eloped this time!” Ross’s outraged and extra whispy tone came wafting into the air.
“That.” Draco said as Harry turned around and got the full Ross effect.
Today Ross was wearing a fire orange pinstripe suit that had what looked to be a reflective blue in the stripes itself. The suit was tailored to fit him perfectly, but it was a wide V down the front with buttons starting lower than normal because coming out of the front was big billowy lace puff of frills as if he had pulled the shirt from a different century and it was an off white tone that did not accent the orange or blue at all. His shoes were solid black but were buffed so finely they were near black mirrors on his feet and all of this together was enough to make Harry glance over at me with slight panic before he schooled his features. He had no idea what to make of Ross, yet another reason why I loved the old Queen.
“Of course not Ross, and deprive Narcissa of a wedding. Can you imagine how put off little Matthias would be if he could not prance down with rings.” I teased the older male, smiling just slightly.
His next statement was enough to make Harry burst though, “Thank every star the house elves that stay at the manor were wrong in their whisperings of Elvis and Vegas. I was not amused when I looked into the meaning of this.” He was glaring at Draco as he spoke but when Harry realized he had heard him correctly he was unable to control the laughter.
He was doubled over on himself, trying to apologize while explaining that he could not see Malfoy tolerating an Elvis impersonator for long, and before he could fully get it all out I was laughing with him while the Draco rolled his eyes at me. Ross had pulled Draco away while Harry and I tried to calm down our laughter, he left me with a soft kiss on my forehead that sobered Harry up quickly. “I take it he is why you are smiling again then, Mione?”
I nodded softly and let out a sigh, “Honestly, Harry, I don’t even really know how it happened. It just did. But,” I thought for a moment and then shook my head softly as I spoke. “I am not sorry.” I smiled then, “He is different.”
“Tell me about it.” He nudged me with his elbow, “And engaged to boot. I take it Ron made a mess of things as he usually does.” He had said it as statement, rather than a question to which I nodded.
“Of course. He always did have a temper.” I began to tell him about the series of events that led up to him seeing me, of course I did not reveal the intimate parts about it but by the time we had wandered around for almost an hour it was time for lunch and he was thinking on the walk to the dinning hall. I did not pester him for conversation, knowing full and well that the Draco Malfoy we knew at Hogwarts was the mask and now Harry was having to reevaluate a lot of past memories just as I had done and would probably find myself doing for years.
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