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Happily Ever After?	By : tinkerbell1989 Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 17931 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: DISCLAIMER: I just own this plot and the original characters in this story. I make no money or profet off of this story. Harry Potter belongs to the wonderful J.K. Rowling.

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Chapter 7: First Date part 1
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT UNDER ANY CIRCOMSTANCES MAKE ANY PROPHET OFF OF THE LYRICS FROM NICKELBACK IN THIS CHAPTER.
A/N: This chapter will be in Draco's POV on what has been going on for the past seven weeks and the date. The date is going to be in two parts.
A/N2: First and foremost I would like to thank tvbuff for being my beta for the past several years. I am thankful that she has helped me in so many ways. Thanks to all who reviewed and made this story one of your favorites it makes me SO happy that you guys are enjoying the story. As always enjoy and please review, and a happy belated Thanksgiving everyone! Oh and also I am making a little change about Hermione's heritage considering the fact that it doesn't give any information on her grandparents or great-grandparents. I hope that this will make it up to you guys considering I haven't updated in a while.
*********************DRACO'S POV OVER THE PAST SEVEN WEEKS****************************
Over the last seven weeks that Hermione has been here, everyone in the Wizarding World now knew that I was the one to save her. When the trial started after she had got here I was hounded by reporters. The only question I answered was 'Why would you, Draco Malfoy, a former Death Eater, want to help a muggle-born?'. I simply answered that I have been in love with her for a long time. I was in the front page of the Daily Prophet the next day. Apparently Rita Skeeter was there and reported it to the Daily Prophet. From there on out I refused to answer any more questions on my life and telling them to mind their own business. When that didn't happen I asked Kingsley if he could set up a conference with everyone excluding Rita Skeeter to tell my story to the public at last. He agreed only after the trial was over. What Hermione didn't know is that after I was questioned at the trial, Ron threatened me. "I will get out of here," he said quietly as I was walking towards him, "One way or another I will find you Malfoy and that little whore and make you both pay." I walked away paying no head to his warning but in the end told the judge and from there he was given the Veritaserum in front of the whole court room and confessed what he had did and said to both Hermione and I. To this day I am afraid of what might happen.
After the trail ended six weeks later, Hermione and I reported to the Kingsley's office, telling us that Hermione didn't have to come back to the Ministry until she was ready and she agreed. Afterwards he let the reporters in and relayed my life story to the most honest and most trusted reporters for the Daily Prophet. It was to come out next week and now the Wizarding World would know that not only was I forced to become a death eater but the beatings my mother and I endured from my father and my love for Hermione Granger.
The day that I had come up with the ideas of where to take her, I went to each place to set it up so that we would be alone in each place so that way we wouldn't be bothered.
****************************FRIDAY THE DATE******************************************
That Friday morning at breakfast I told Hermione that she didn't have to wear anything formal for our date, and that we would be leaving at noon. She gave me a curious look then smiled. That had been four and half hours ago. I too was wearing regular every day wear. He had on some loose fitting blue jeans and a grayish silver t-shirt. Now I was pacing with nervousness and excitement. A monologue of questions was going on in my head for the past hour.
Giving up on pacing I crossed the Foyer into the Parlor where my grand piano on a stand was. I quickly sat down and started to play one song that reminded me of what I felt for Hermione from a muggle band named Nickelback.
Just One more moment, that's all that's needed.
Like wounded soldiers in need of healing.
Time to be honest, this time I'm bleeding
Please don't dwell on it, cause I didn't mean it
I can't believe I said I'd lay our love on the ground
But it doesn't matter cause I've made it up forgive me now
Every day I spend away my souls inside out
Gotta be some way that I can make it up to you now, somehow.
By now you'd know that I'd come for you
No one but you, yes I'd come for you
But only if you told me to
And I'd fight for you
I'd lie, it's true
Give my life for you
You know I'd always come for you
I was blindfolded, but now I'm seeing
My mind was closing, now I'm believing
I finally know just what it means to let someone in
To see the side of me that no one does or ever will
So if your ever lost and find yourself all alone
I'd search forever just to bring you home,
Here and now this I vow
By now you'd know that I'd come for you
No one but you, yes I'd come for you
But only if you told me to
And I'd fight for you
I'd lie, it's true
Give my life for you
You know I'd always come for you
You know I'd always come for you
No matter what gets in my way
As long as there's still life in me
No matter what, remember you know I'll always come for you
Yes I'd come for you, no one but you,
Yes I'd come for you
But only if you told me to
And I'd fight for you
I'd lie, it's true
Give my life for you
You know I'd always come for you
No matter what gets in my way
As long as there's still life in me
No matter what, remember you know I'll always come for you
I'd crawl across this world for you
Do anything you want me to
No matter what, remember you know I'll always come for you
You know I'll always come for you
Once I opened my eyes I immediately noticed Hermione. I noticed that she had taken my advice and was dressed in jeans that settled low on her waist with a chocolate V-neck tank top and black ankle boots. She didn't have on much make-up, not that she really needed it, I thought. I blushed when I noticed that she had unshed tears in her eyes. Walking up to her, she met me in the middle, both of us hugging each other tightly. When she stepped out of my embrace she looked up at me curiously.
"I didn't know that you liked muggle music?" She asked curiously.
"I happen to love some muggle music but it's mostly rock." I said sheepishly. Looking at my watch I noticed that it was time to go and I smiled, "Are you ready for our date?"
She grinned and nodded taking my hand in hers. "So may I ask where we are going?"
I shook my head, "Nope, it's a surprise!" I said, looking down at her with a grin.
We walked out of the Manor and I stopped suddenly remembering something. When I stopped Hermione gave me another curious look as I pulled my hand out of hers. Turning to her, I looked deep into her eyes finding only curiosity there, no fear at all. In a small voice I asked, "Do you trust me."
Looking only more curious, "Yes," she answered immediately.
Smiling a gentle smile to reassure her, "Okay, close your eyes and don't peek, but before we go grab onto my arm and hold on tightly. Don't open your eyes until I tell you to."
Grabbing my upper arm in her small hand she grasped it tightly and then did as told and shut her eyes tightly. Once I knew for sure that she wasn't going to open her eyes, I apparated to Hogsmead and guided her with my hand all the way over to Olivander's Wand Shop. With a smile I looked down at her to see that her eyes were still closed I said, "You can open your eyes now."
When she did, she gasped at what she saw with a look of wonder and curiosity. Looking up at me with questioning eyes I grinned, "Can't have you going around without a wand now, can we?"
She giggled, "No, we absolutely can't afford that."
We went inside together still holding hands and were greeted by a delightful looking Mr. Olivander, who smiled at us as we walked in. "Mr. Malfoy and Ms. Granger, this is a nice surprise! What can I do for you?"
"I would like to replace the wand that my ex-husband broke." Hermione responded a bit bitterly.
"Well I think I have the perfect wand for you then." He said with a small understanding smile, going to the back of the store, then back in less than a minute with a wand box. "This wand is ten and a half inches, made out of a Holy Thistle otherwise known as Blessed Thistle with a Unicorn hair as the core of the wand."
Hermione's eyes went wide with glee. She was finally going to have a wand again and she knew before she even went to touch it that this one was made for her. "May I," She asked gently.
Mr. Olivander smiled gently and nodded.
As soon as Hermione's hand touched the wand a bright golden glow started to fill her body then the entire room. I was amazed at the power I could feel coming from her and the room. Olivander just smiled brightly and clapped his hands. Hermione picked up the wand and the golden glow settled inside of her.
"Curious, you know do know that your great-grandmother was a pure-blood witch?" Mr. Olivander asked.
"No," Hermione answered looking astounded.
"Yes, Dorea Black was your great-grandmother and Charlus Potter was your great-grandfather. Only Dumbledore knew this, but they had three children instead of one. Your grandmother was one of them…."
"Yes, my grandmother, Caroline Granger."
"Yes that is who she is now, but she was a Potter when she was born. Later on her parents knew she was a squib. They took her to an orphanage where she was adopted by a couple, Augusta Longbottom and Fred Granger. Who then later finally had a child of their own Frank Longbottom..."
"Please stop….this is too much for me to take in all at once. Plus my grandmother never married."
Mr. Olivander sighed and resigned from saying anything else but he did pull out his pocket a sealed letter, "This, dear belongs to you as well as this wand."
I watched wide eyed as Hermione took the letter as well as the wand. "Thank you Mr. Olivander. I am sorry for snapping."
"It's quite alright Ms. Granger; everything that you need and want to know is in that letter if or when you wish to read it."
"I will read it and thank you again. I always wondered where my magic came from." She said as she was pulling out some coins to pay the man.
"There is no need to pay me," he chuckled, "Like I said that wand is rightfully yours."
"But…"
"No."
"Okay then,"
I was fuming by then. I knew my great-aunt Walburga Black was just as bad as my father but Hermione's great-grandparents doing that to their own daughter…had to have happened, they didn't want to tarnish their family names considering that both the Black's and the Potter's were pure-blood families. But Hermione didn't need to know all of that. Yet that stupid man took it upon himself to explain her heritage. "Come on Hermione, I have two other places to take you." I said through my clinched teeth and nearly dragged her to Flourish and Blotts. Once we were inside did my anger subside a bit.
"Draco, what is wrong with you?" Hermione asked exasperated.
"You're not at all affected by what Olivander said back there?"
"Yes, I was because it was too much to take in at once, but now it has left me wondering. If my grandmother never married then she must have had a good reason for it. When we get back I want to read the letter and then I am going back to Hogwarts to talk to Professor Dumbledore's portrait and get this straightened out once and for all. What in Merlin's name got into you enough to drag me here? Did you know what Olivander had in mind?"
I was shocked to say the least to think that Hermione thought I had anything to do with what had happened, and apparently it showed on my face. Before she could get another word in edge wise I explained that I had come to each place I was going to take her, telling the owners not to let anyone else in while we were in there.
Hermione sighed and hugged me, "I am sorry that I accused you of something like that. I just hate it when I am left in the dark and then things being thrown at me out from left field."
I sighed gratefully and hugged her back tightly. "Now I know that you don't like to read much anymore we don't have to be here." I said pulling back a little to see her face.
"Actually I am only interested in one book and it's the pure-blood family book. It updates itself on its own every year that a child is born and there is no way to erase it considering that book itself is magical and protects itself from what I have heard, the book cannot lie."
"That's true. And I think that it was passed onto my mother, I'm sure that she wouldn't mind you looking at it after all you are a Black."
"No wonder Walburga screamed at me the most when we were at Grimmauld Place….but yes I would like that very much."
"Grimmauld Place?" I asked feeling something nag in the back of my mind about the name.
"It was passed down to Harry when Sirius died. The Most Noble and Ancient House of Black, which by all rights might be mine now." She said with sadness.
"Well we will find out later. Do you want to go to Three Broomsticks and read the letter?"
"Sure, I hear they made it into a karaoke bar, if that's true then I would like to sing a song for you afterwards."
"I would like that." I smiled at her softly.
A/N3: So how did you like that I changed up the black family tree? I got the names off of the black family tree on a website called : .com/wiki if you would like to go check it out, the key words are House of Black.
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