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My Little Wicked Witch	By : fuzzydraco Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 22567 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 7

After leaving the private room and making his rounds for the third time that night, Mark walked back to his office collecting his thoughts along the way. He had passed the seat where Mr. Malfoy had been sitting watching Hermione dance when his thoughts turned to this young man. Mark had paid close attention to him tonight and had watched him take a large wad of money out of his wallet and stuff it into the box. He didn’t tell Hermione that most likely a third of her payment for the night had come from him. Mr. Malfoy had looked smitten when he walked towards Mark holding his new “love note” for her. Mark had never seen anything remotely like that look in those eyes before. The young man still hadn't put his finger on it. He knew he knew Mark from somewhere, this club to be exact, but had no clear recollection as to how they had met. He could understand how the young man hadn’t really remembered him. Majority of the time Mr. Malfoy hadn’t really looked at him when he had come into the bar to get away. He had arrived some five years ago and had frequented the bar for about a year before he disappeared. He would drink and watch the girls.

Mr. Malfoy would normally walk up to the bar, order his drink and turn around and watch the stage. After a few drinks he would turn back around and watch his reflection in the mirror that covered the back of the bar. He would then mumble under his breath at this point. Something about his father, his mother, and his duties to the family. How he was sick and tired of all the unwritten pureblood edicts that he had to abide to. Mr. Malfoy looked like he was in a losing battle with himself. I remember offering my own thoughts on this and normally the only response I would get out of him was, “You’ll never understand. ” After a few months of this, I finally told him that I knew what it was like trying to living up to a parents expectations. My father wasn’t too happy about my being gay. I remember Mr. Malfoy looking at me and somehow it clicked. His eyes had changed from the disdain he normally showcased to an understanding. Not understanding as in he was also gay but he knew that I did somehow understand what he was going through. Mark had been shocked at the color of his eyes, a steel blue that felt as though they looked into your very soul. Mark had never seen eyes like his again. Mr. Malfoy’s hair was blonder than any he had laid eyes on.

He had looked at Malfoy with envy. He was still in his prime. Mark should have been too, but with the running of a club he couldn’t get by the gym or eat healthy like he had in his youth. Hell, the stress from running the place had made him practically grey and lose his hair. At that time I was young. I had long dark brown hair that was well past my shoulders. I wore my black on black on black uniform and was a lowly bartender. I seemed to have gained a few kilos since then. Ah those were the days. I could eat whatever I wanted and not gain a pound. Now I look at a chip and I gain weight. Mark looked at himself in one of the mirrors that graced the walls of the hallway. He turned sideways and saw how his gut was no longer contained by his belt. In fact, it almost overlapped his belt. He looked at his hair. I miss my hair. It was cut short and was half grey. He didn’t understand how Henry could love him looking like this but he wasn’t going to complain. Oh well. This is me, love it or hate it. And if you do hate it, too bad.

Mark looked back down the hallway he had just walked and smiled. This is all mine. He loved having his own business. This was definitely the type of business to be in. the girls adored him and he did likewise. When good ol’ Tim said he was selling the place I just had to make a grab at it. Glad I did. He looked at the rooms and walls that he spent more time in than his regular home. There will always be hecklers, bad nights, bad dancers, long hours and more work but he wouldn’t trade it for the world.

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Last time we saw Draco…

Draco sneered at the men wishing they would shut their traps. That dancer was going to be his. No one else would lay a finger on her. He wondered to himself if perhaps this dancer had a boyfriend but came to the conclusion that if she did have one she would most likely not be dancing on stage. He looked at the still blank sheet of paper on the table. After a few moments thoughts he began scribbling feverishly. He finished his letter to her and after making sure he had “calmed” himself enough; he left money on the table for his drink and a tip for Angela, handed his letter to Mark, who was standing by the bar, and walked out club with a smirk on his face.

Draco made it back to the family manor and practically ran for his bathroom. He feverishly undressed and jumped into the shower. While there he took matters into his own hands. Damn that witch! She should be the one relieving me. Not my hands.

After a long shower, Draco wandered around his old room in nothing but a towel. Actually this was his room again since he was staying around helping his Mum. And for other reasons. His mined chirped in. He still couldn’t believe he was back in this place. It was his home, but the memories he held of this place were mostly ones that brought a frown to his face. He changed into his pajama pants and decided to head to the kitchen to get one of the house elves to cook something up for him. Entering the kitchen he saw his mum, Narcissa, standing with her back to him staring out the window into there immense, landscaped backyard.

“Do you remember, Draco?” she spoke. He jumped at the sound of her voice. He hadn’t realized she knew he had walked in. “Do you remember the times when your father wasn’t here? That’s when you would smile at me, and run, and actually behave like a child should. ” Draco walked up to his mother and put his arms around her. Okay, maybe all memories of this place aren’t bad. He chided himself. “I remember little things, Mum. Like I remember the time you brought me home a muggle kite and let me play with it outside. I remember you telling me that not everything had to be done with magic. Then “he” came home. ”

“As much as you loathe him, Draco, he was your father. But I must say. That was the last time I brought anything like that home again. I had thought he was going to be out of town for a week!” She turned around and held her son at arm’s length. “Do you hate me? For not sticking up for my beliefs and letting him tell you what you should and shouldn’t believe?” his mother asked with tears in her eyes.

“I don’t hate you, Mum. Never did. Yes, I was disappointed at how he treated me. I understand that it shouldn’t matter if someone is pureblood or not, but he ingrained that into me. If I had so much as smiled at someone who he didn’t think was good enough I was punished. You couldn’t do anything. You would have been worse off than me if you would have stuck up for either one of us. ” Draco sighed. “Guess what? It’s getting easier for me to be around non purebloods. ” He shook his head and looked down. He knew his mother was disappointed in him for that reason. She had tried to show him that it didn’t matter where you came from but how you presented yourself. She didn’t agree with Lucius, but had to act like she did or she would have been dead years ago. “I have grown quite accustomed to some of their ways and things. ” His dancer and her black high heeled shoes flashed across his eyes. “But I can’t just dive in and accept everything. I am trying though, Mum. Blaise is helping me out, too. ” He looked straight into her eyes and she smiled back at him.

"Speaking of Blaise, he was by earlier looking for you. I told him you were out and to try back tomorrow." Narcissa remembered.

“Ok, thanks. Did you know he was a muggle enthusiast when you told me to take off on a tour of Europe knowing I would invite him?" Draco asked still looking into his Mums eyes undeterred by her attempts to change the subject.

His mother looked away. "Don’t be upset with me, Draco. I know he is your best friend and if anyone could help you in this transition, it would be Blaise. I just want you to come to terms with what really matters. I am glad to hear you are learning to be a little bit more understanding of non-purebloods.” Narcissa watched Draco walk to the island in their kitchen. She had wanted to marry for love, but according to their traditions she had been married off to another pureblood. She did grow to love him until Draco came along. Draco was everything to her, but the way Lucius acted when she was around him tore her up inside. He wouldn’t let her coddle or dote on him. “If he is to grow up to be a strong man like me, we will have none of this nonsense!” his voice from a distant memory chimed in. She had wanted to flee but knew that it was a death sentence for herself and to top it off the baby would be left alone. So, she regained her composure and, as much as it hurt her, only showed Draco affection when his father was away. They had learned little ways of showing each other that they loved each other like him quickly squeezing her hand when they passed each other in the house or she would wink at him when Lucius was not paying attention. Even with the affection they showed each other she didn’t have a way of counteracting the filth that Lucius had been instilling in him. Now, with Lucius gone she was trying to get him to understand that there was no difference between pure bloods and non’s. Narcissa hoped that he would make up his own mind when the time was right, but as much as he had tried to see how things really were in the world, there is only so much a Mother can do.

Draco pulled out an apple and bit into it staring at his Mum lost her in own thoughts. "Well Mum, I’m off to bed. I’ll see you at breakfast” and with that he gave her a hug and a quick kiss on her cheek. “Love you.”

Narcissa looked up at her little boy “Love you too, Draco.”

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Hermione made it home with her gifts. Before plunging headfirst into the box, she took a shower and made a floo call to her best girlfriend, Ginny. She knelt by the fire and waited for someone at the Potter household to pick up. She hoped it wasn't too late but she hadn't seen her in a while and needed to share this experience with someone.

Harry’s face popped up and he grinned at her. "'Mione. How are you?"

"Hey, Harry. I've been doing pretty well. Not that I don't want to chit chat with you but can I borrow Ginny for a little while?" Hermione asked and bit her lower lip.

"You don't have to explain yourself, 'Mione. Let me get her for you. I think she is in the study going over some things." She watched Harry move from the fire and stared at their living room furniture patiently waiting. She heard hurried footsteps and they were immediately followed by the face of her dear friend.

"Hey sweetie, is everything ok? Harry told me you want to borrow me for a little while." Ginny looked at her concerned.

"Everything is fine, Ginny. No need to worry. I just want someone to help me go through a boxful of gifts I received tonight." Hermione explained trying to calm her friend down and keep a goofy smile from showing her face.

"Was it better than expected?" Ginny answered. She was the only one of their group that knew what Hermione's real job was. "I'll be more than happy to come over. Let me change into…"

"You can come in your pajamas. That's what I'm wearing."

"Alright, give me a moment to tell Harry and I'll be right over."

"Thanks Ginny,"

"Anytime." and Hermione watched her friend pull away from the fire and heard her footsteps echo down the hallway.

Hermione pulled herself from the fire and moved to the kitchen to prepare some tea. After a few minutes she heard her floo activate and heard the familiar footfalls of her friend as she walked into the kitchen. Hermione turned around and stared at her friend. As much as she loved Ginny she was sometimes envious of her. She was happily married to a wonderful man who treated her right. She had a fantastic job at the Ministry working alongside Harry. To top it off she looked good. She was thin but curvy and had flaming red hair that fell to her mid back. Ginny was a very happy person but if you crossed her, watch out! Ginny stood in her kitchen doorway wearing Gryffindor printed short shorts and a matching top. Even though they had been out of school for a while, she still loved wearing her house colors.

Hermione walked to her and gave her a bear hug. "Thank you for coming, Ginny. It means a lot to me."

"You know you can always call on me, any time, day or night." Ginny replied stepping out of the hug and reaching for the steaming cup of tea on the counter. Hermione grabbed hers and then pointed to the box that was by her door.

Ginny's eyes quadrupled in size and almost bulged out her sockets. "That's all for you?" she stammered pointing to the box and looking back at Hermione for confirmation.

"Now you see why I wanted someone over here! I also need to talk to you about something I want to plan next week." Hermione walked towards the box and pulled back the flaps.

She started pulling out stuffed animals, flowers, wine, and then small boxes. There was also a rather large bundle of love notes. Ginny reached for these first wanting to find the reason she had been so doted on tonight.

Hermione laughed knowing full well what Ginny was up to. "I'll tell you what I did tonight. You don't have to read all of those."

Ginny rolled her eyes, pulled out a letter from the pile, and started to read it. "Half the fun is trying to figure out what you did by reading these things!"

Hermione got up and started putting her stuff up. She took the stuffed animals and placed them in the corner of her bedroom where Crookshanks normally took a nap on them. Her pile was getting a little out of control. "I'll have to go through these soon and donate some." she told no one in particular. She walked back to the living room and spied Crookshanks walking from her closet towards his new friends. When Hermione arrived back in the living room she saw Ginny giggling.

"What?"

"This bloke has proposed to you three times in this letter. He promises to let you do whatever you want as long as you give him your heart. And this one here," she reached for another letter "he wants you to bear his children but he didn't ask for your hand in marriage! What a crock."

Hermione looked at the letter and recognized Blake's handwriting. "That ones from Blake. He pretty much asks that every week." She reached for her bouquets and went to the kitchen looking for some vases. She stood at the counter and arranged all her pretty flowers trying to decide where to place them all. One she left on her kitchen table, one she put on her vanity, and the last she put on her mantel. Hermione grabbed the bottles of wine next and took them to the kitchen. Having nowhere to store them at the moment she left them on the counter. She would figure something out later.

She heard Ginny laughing and returned to find her laying back on the carpet tears streaming from her eyes into her hair.

"May I ask, what does that letter have in it that is causing you to have a fit?" Hermione looked down at her friend both hands on her hips.

Ginny was laughing too hard to even respond so she tore the letter from Ginny's hands and sat down on the floor beside her.

Reading the letter she found the part that had Ginny in hysterics. Your dance made my willie happy.

Hermione started giggling and then she was on the floor laughing. Never had anyone told her that she had aroused him by stating it so. Regaining their composure, Hermione started opening her other gifts and Ginny went back to reading the remaining letters.

After opening the last gift, Hermione surveyed her bounty. She had 3 bottles of perfume. One wasn't too bad and the other two she would give away. She had a new hand mirror, a few simple bracelets, and even a bath set that included bubble bath and oils. She was pretty sure Mr. Roberts, the owner of the store around the corner, was happy tonight.

"Um, Hermione?" Ginny whispered faintly.

"Yes." Hermione turned to face her friend. Ginny was as pale as the paper she held. She handed the letter to Hermione.

Looking at it she recognized the writing as that of the wizard that had watched her previously. Shite! I forgot he would have written me a note. She mentally blamed herself. Without looking at her friend she began reading:

My, my, my. Aren’t you the smart one? Thought you could get rid of me by not using any magic in your show? Well, I can tell you that you now have a very intrigued wizard on your arse. I prefer to be doing other things to… ahem…enough of that. I would like to ask you to dinner but seeing as you probably don’t trust me (I wouldn’t trust me either!) I know that request will not be coming to fruition anytime soon. The facts right now show that you don’t know who I am and I don’t know who you are. This rather complicates things a bit. So I make a proposal. Figure out a way for you and I to communicate other than through these silly notes on your performance nights and I will not attempt to enter the dancers dressing area where I know I will find you. You know it’s true. If I truly wanted to go back there I could. I have been civil and followed the rules up until now. I would like you to get to know me and perhaps in the future we can meet. I am really not a bad guy but you have left me no other choice. I will return to the club on Thursday. See to it that there is a response waiting for me in Private Dance room number two. If you are as smart as the waitresses say you are, you wont have any problems completing this task.

Sincerely,

Me.

P.S. I forgot to mention - you had me on the edge of my seat throughout the entire show. I also saw you looking for me. Tsk. Tsk. You know I can’t make it that easy for you. Yes you proved that you don’t need to use magic for a good performance, but let us see what you can come up with for the next show. Can't wait.

Hermione groaned and dropped her head into her hands. Ginny moved over beside her and took the letter from her. "What does he mean 'get rid of me by not using any magic'?" Hermione looked up from her hands and stared at the fireplace. "I've been using small spells during my performances. Don't look at me like that, Ginny Weasley! They were simple ones and I actually could have had the same effect doing it the muggle way. It was just easier using magic. I never thought a wizard would show up to that place. Much less have the guts to write me and point it out!"

Ginny looked from the letter to her friend. "Ok. So you didn't charm or hex anyone watching you, right?"

"What? No! I would never do something like that. Ok, maybe I do want to hex that particular wizard right there." she pointed to the letter in Ginny's hands.

"So what do you plan on doing, Hermione?" Ginny asked, concern filling her voice again.

''I really have no choice. I have it planned out to dance for a few more months. That should provide me with the money I'll need until I graduate and find real job. And if something does come up I know I can always return to Mark. First, how to communicate ..." Hermione's brow furrowed in concentration. "I may have an idea about how we can exchange notes. I'll have to look it up but it shouldn't be too hard to do."

"Ok. So this spell you are going to look into. Is there a way to keep him from sending things to you if he gets too aggressive?" Ginny looked at Hermione.

"Hmm, didn't think of that. Let me check on that spell I was thinking of." Hermione jumped from the floor and ran to her bedroom. She scanned the spines of the books lining her walls and finally found the one she was looking for. Ginny bent over and looked at the cover from below. "Advanced Charms and Spells Volume 12?"

"Yes. And I found just the ones I need. I'll have to modify them a little to work but it already has a counter spell. Now to put it all together and get the note to the room. Look, the counter spell must be said at the designated location." Hermione sat down on her bed. "So, I would have to give him the counter spell too."

Grinning mischievously, Ginny looked at her and said "I have an idea. Don’t give him the counter spell yet. Wait until after you have exchanged notes to verify that everything is working. Make a deal with him." Hermione looked confused. Waving it off, she continued, "Tell him you'll give him something in exchange for an answer to a question. Kind of like the sphinx asked a riddle. It has to be something that can be proved of course. Like why is the sky blue? If he gets it wrong then tell him you used the counter spell on your location and he won’t be able to bother you anymore. Let him know that you won’t give him the counter spell until you verify he will not be bothering you at work. You can send him all sorts of stuff that will make his life a living hell if he doesn't comply. " Her grin becoming wider. She saw Hermione had taken a liking to her idea.

"Ginny, you’re brilliant! Thank you!" she hugged her. "Now that this has been figured out, let’s put the discussion to bed and let me discuss what I would like to do next week." she stood from her bed and walked to her dresser. Rifling through her middle drawer she pulled out an overstuffed envelope.

Ginny gasped. "That’s all yours too? How much did you get tonight? Catching herself quickly she continued, "Sorry. I didn’t mean to ask that. It’s not my business, but wow!"

"This is what I want to talk to you about. I want to take you, Harry, Ron, Luna, and Neville out on the town next week, Friday, if everyone is available. My treat, and if you would like to come with me the night before, we can pick out some new outfits. Call it an early birthday present?"

"I would love to come. Want me to owl the rest and see if they can make it? I can let you know on Tuesday." Ginny said jumping up and down on the bed scaring Crookshanks into the closet.

Hermione's worries washed away with the planning for their night out. She would worry about that wizard later.

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A/N – Okay there wasn’t A LOT in here on Draco but you should have gotten a fix to last you until the next chapter. The next chapter is practically all about him. Yay! I hope you guys enjoy these chapters.

If you find something that just doesn’t seem to fit, please let me know. I want to keep Draco and Hermione as close to their personalities as possible. My beta and I can only catch so much!

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