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The Dare	By : Tassanaburrfoot Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 82898 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 11
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The next couple of weeks saw Draco beginning to ease up his hold on the Gryffindor. While she still slept with him each night, he was more understanding when she requested time with her friends, so long as that time was spent in the library, Great Hall, or any other place he deemed public. While Hermione still helped Lavender with her homework, the Muggle born could feel the girl starting to pull away as she spent more and more time with Ron. This was a good thing in Hermione’s mind, especially when the Half-blood witch showed her the small baby bump. Draco and Hermione rarely fought, and he treated her much like the princess he continued to call her. However, there were arguments when she mentioned going to Gryffindor Tower.
“You don’t belong up there anymore,” he drawled one evening as he lounged in a Common Room armchair by the fireplace.
She was standing in front of him and staring at him incredulously. “What are you talking about? I am a Gryffindor!”
“Were,” he emphasized. “You were a Gryffindor. All of that has changed now, though.”
“What is that supposed to mean?” she asked, frowning as she folded her arms in front of her chest.
He gave her a bored look. “You spend more time here in Slytherin House than you do anywhere else,” he said simply. “For Salazar’s sake, princess, I do believe you’re actually becoming friends with many of the snakes around here, or at the very least, they’re beginning to respect you.”
Her eyes narrowed. “And I suspect that has more to do with you and less to do with me,” she growled. “I don’t entirely understand what’s going on around here, but it has made me curious. They’re afraid of you. Why is that?”
He shrugged. “Hell if I know,” he told her. “I am the richest bloke in Great Britain, though. Wealth can buy you a lot of things, including some well earned respect.”
“Fear,” she said. “You’ve been a bully for as long as I’ve known you and I’ve not a doubt in my mind that that is how you keep them under your toe. It won’t last, Draco. If you want to keep people loyal to you, you can’t continue striking fear into their hearts because eventually, they will rebel,” she stated.
“Well, I guess that means I’ll have to change my tactics,” he commented. “Though, I will say this again. We’re not dealing with lion cubs here, princess. Every person here, even your newfound friend Zabini, has venom running through their veins. Show weakness and you’re liable to get bitten.” He tilted his head. “But then, you already know that, don’t you?”
“I can handle myself amongst snakes very well, thanks,” she said stubbornly.
He smiled and inclined his head. “You can,” he readily agreed, “which is why I made the comment that you weren’t really a Gryffindor anymore. We’re starting to rub off on you.”
“Not likely,” she scoffed. “That still doesn’t explain why you make it so damn difficult for me to visit my friends in Gryffindor Tower. I don’t need your permission, Draco. They are my friends and it is my House.”
“You honestly don’t see the danger there?” he asked. “I can’t protect you up there.”
“I don’t need your protection!” she shouted. “Not in my own House!”
His expression darkened a bit. He felt confident enough in their relationship by now that he wasn’t really worried about her running astray. Besides, he knew the Weasel was very much wrapped up in his own girlfriend to give the Muggle born much thought. And she always came back to Draco.
The blond Slytherin sighed. “If you want to see your friends up there, fine,” he said finally. “But I don’t want you there more than a couple of hours.”
She lifted an eyebrow. “I’ll be up there for as long as I want to,” she told him. “And when I’m done, I’ll be back. Besides, didn’t Snape and McGonagall both said that I needed to make appearances up there anyway?”
He waved a dismissive hand in the air. “Just make sure you come back. If I have to go up there to get you, I won’t be pleased,” he told her. He jumped up suddenly, “Oh! I bought something for you.” Standing up he touched her arm. “Wait right here.” He jogged into the boys’ dormitory.
A few minutes later, he returned carrying a small blue box. “I saw this in one of the shops in Hogsmeade and it made me think of you. I was going to wait before I bought it, but I couldn’t come up with a good excuse of why,” he said as he handed her the box.
Confused, Hermione took the box and opened it. Her eyes widened as she pulled back the soft satin white cloth. It was a sapphire heart shaped necklace with a diamond in the middle. “Draco, I…”
“I’m sorry I couldn’t give it to you for your birthday,” he told her and he truly did look apologetic.
“We weren’t dating at the time,” she whispered.
With a slight smile, he nodded. “Would you like to wear it?”
Hermione had never been much into jewellery, but his thoughtfulness left her beaming with excitement. She handed him the box back. “Could you put it on me?” she requested.
His smile widened. “Yes, of course,” he said as he took the necklace out of the box. Tossing the box onto the couch, he turned his attention back to the girl. “Turn around and hold up your hair,” he said. While he could have easily waved his wand and put the necklace on her, doing it by hand was so much more intimate. Once he linked it in place, he put his hands on her shoulders and kissed her neck.
She leaned against him for a moment, sighing. Then she turned around. “How does it look?” she asked, touching the heart with her fingertips.
He cupped her cheek, his eyes glancing once at the necklace that rested just below her collarbone before looking back up into her doe eyes. “Beautiful,” he said.
She wrapped her arms around his neck as he leaned down to kiss her softly on the lips. They stood there for a moment, leisurely exploring one another’s mouths before they heard someone shout, “Ugh! Get a room!”
Draco broke the kiss to glare at the Slytherin. “We have a room,” he growled. “Get out.”
Hermione’s cheeks flushed pleasantly as she lightly patted Draco’s chest. “No, he’s right,” she told her boyfriend. “I should get going anyway.”
Draco’s eyes went back to her and he brushed her cheek softly with the backs of his fingertips. “You’ll come back, though, won’t you?” he asked and when she looked up in his eyes, she could see the insecurity there.
This was endearing to her, though she did not fully understand why. Or even why he was so worried. Maybe it had something to do with his Death Eater father? It was a thought that she would have to investigate more of later. “I’ll always come back,” she told him with honesty conviction. Despite his faults, or perhaps because of them, she could feel herself falling.
She reached up and kissed his lips again before breaking away from him. Giving the other Slytherin boy a pleasant smile, she asked, “Rookwood, isn’t it?”
The boy’s eyes narrowed and he puffed his chest out proudly. “Yes,” he replied with a nasty tinge to his voice.
She nodded. “Alright. I’ll see you around,” she told him. Then she picked up her bag and glanced at Draco one last time. “And you as well,” she said, giving the blonde Pureblood a brilliant smile. Then, without even thinking, she added, “Love you.” Turning, she left before she realized what she had said.
Draco, however, had heard her loud and clear. He stood rigid, staring at the spot she had just vacated, his jaw dropped in his shock. “Did she just…?”
A bit down the hall, Hermione finally realized what she had said and froze mid-step. Her eyes widened as her hand covered her partially opened mouth. “Oh my God,” she breathed. Then, without another thought, she began running down the hall and did not stop until she got up to Gryffindor Tower.
She shouted the password and entered the tower. Her feet coming to a halt about midway into the Common Room as her eyes searched frantically for her friends. She spotted Ginny lying lazily on the couch near the fire, her head resting in Harry’s lap. She quickly went to them. “Ginny! Oh, God! You’ll never believe what just happened!”
The ginger haired girl shot up and looked at her friend. “What is it?” she asked as she stood up. “What happened?”
“Did Malfoy hurt you?” Harry questioned, looking just as concerned as his girlfriend.
Hermione shook her bushy head and waved her hand. “Oh, no, nothing like that,” she assured her bespectacled friend. “No! I just told him I loved him!”
Ginny’s eyes widened. She was in no way pleased with this news, but she did her best not to show it. Instead, she expressed her shock with the drop of her jaw. “What? What did he say?”
Again, Hermione shook her head. “I don’t know. I didn’t even realize I had said it until I was halfway out of the dungeons. And I couldn’t go back. Oh God, Gin, what am I going to do? We just started dating!” The Muggle born began pacing the length of the fireplace.
Ginny and Harry shared a look before Ginny asked, “Well, do you?”
Hermione looked at her friend. “Do I what?”
Rolling her eyes, the redhead clarified, “Do you love him?”
“I don’t know!” the Muggle born cried, looking desperately at her friends. Covering her face with her hands, Hermione sat down in one of the armchairs and gave a frustrated growl. “We haven’t been dating long enough,” she said finally as she looked at her friends. “How can I say I love someone when I’ve only been with him for, what? Two weeks or so?”
“Love doesn’t really understand timeframes, Hermione,” the ginger said softly. “It’s not like you haven’t known him. I mean, you’ve been going to school together for how long now? Six years? And you’ve been together for a few weeks now, almost a month. Maybe all the two of you needed was these few weeks to decide whether you loved one another or not.”
“You don’t even know if the feeling is mutual,” Harry pointed out with a sidelong glance to his girlfriend.
Hermione nodded. “God, I hope it is,” she stated. “I don’t know what I’ll do if he tells me he doesn’t.”
“You should talk to him,” Ginny suggested.
The bushy haired witch’s eyes widened for a moment until she nodded in agreement. “Yes, I should,” she said. “I just… Do you think he feels the same?”
The redhead shrugged. “Well, you’ve been sleeping with him every night,” she commented.
“But sex doesn’t really mean he’s in love with her,” Harry pointed out.
“True,” the ginger conceded, “however, he’s always standing up for her. He walks her to all of her classes…”
“Because they share the same classes together,” the bespectacled boy argued.
“He carries her books…”
“Crabbe or Goyle carry her books,” he stated.
“Alright, fine,” Ginny said as she crossed her arms and gave him a look. “How about the fact that he doesn’t let anyone tease or torment her?”
“The only one who ever really teased her was him,” he deadpanned.
Ginny gave a rueful smile. “Have you ever heard the phrase ‘boys tease the girls they like’?” she asked. “Given how his family has always been, I wouldn’t doubt that he felt almost obligated to tease her. It was his way of pushing her away because he knew how his parents would react if he pursued her.”
Harry stared at his girlfriend. “So, what’s changed?” he asked, looking at Hermione.
The Muggle born sighed. “Draco is in control of the family wealth,” she told him. “He’s pretty much become the ‘Head of House’ as far as the Ministry is concerned.”
“You’ve said that before,” he told her. “But how does that work with him going after you? I highly doubt his parents will be pleased and I’m sure his dad is even now trying to figure out a way to change it. Maybe even deny him as his son because of what he’s done.”
The bushy haired witch shook her head. “Mr. Malfoy can deny it all he wants,” she said as she rested against the chair. “But the facts remain. There’s nothing he can do. He’ll just have to learn to accept…”
Just then, a large eagle owl flew into the room, drawing the three young Gryffindors’ attention. It circled the room once, dropped a sealed envelope into Hermione’s lap, and flew out. The Muggle born blinked a few times, looking down at the envelope.
The other two Gryffindors stared at her curiously. “What is it?” Harry asked.
Hermione didn’t respond as she picked up the envelope. It was sealed with a large green ‘M’, which surprised her. Surely Draco hadn’t stooped to send her letters to the Gryffindor tower? She broke the seal and took out the finely decorated card. Her eyes widened. “I’ve been invited to the Malfoy Holiday Ball,” she told her friends as she passed the gilded card to Ginny.
“Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy formally invite you to
join us in celebrating this Holiday season.
Celebration begins at 7pm on the 21^st of December
Please RSVP
Formal attire required”
Ginny paused after she read the card aloud. After a moment, she started, “Um, Hermione, are you planning on going?”
Hermione frowned as she took the card back and stared at the silver embossed lettering. “I suppose so,” she said softly, then she looked at her ginger friend. “Do you think I should go?”
Ginny’s eyes widened. “Are you kidding? Hermione, you’re dating their son. It would be horrible if Draco made an appearance at his parents’ party without his girl on his arm,” she said, though the word tasted nasty in her mouth. She waved a dismissive hand in the air. “Besides, I’ve never been to one, but I’ve read about the Malfoy Holiday Celebration. Everyone who’s anyone goes to these things, unless, of course, you’re a member of my family, but that doesn’t mean anything.”
Hermione felt her bottom lip start to protrude and she quickly brought it back in, biting it. “There’s a chance it could be a trap though,” she stated and both of her friends looked at her in concern. She glanced back up at them. “I’m a Muggle born,” she told them. “I don’t know if there’s ever been a moment where a Malfoy has dated a Muggle born before. I know Draco says he controls everything that his inheritance is assured, but that still doesn’t mean that Lucius or Narcissa won’t find a way to sabotage our relationship.”
Nothing thrilled Ginny more than hearing her friend’s doubts, but she remembered her vow and felt the urge to say something. “Do you honestly believe Draco would allow anything like that to happen?” she asked, mentally kicking herself. “I don’t know whether he loves you or not, but he certainly cares about you.”
Hermione nodded, her eyes still running over the card. It really was beautiful with intricate gold and silver lettering and borders. “I need to talk to Draco,” she said finally.
(II)(II)
“Keep an eye on things until I return,” Draco told his two friends, Nott and Zabini.
They nodded in unison. “What if Granger returns before you?” the black skinned boy asked.
The blond shrugged. “Keep her company,” he said, then his eyes narrowed at the boy. “And don’t get any ideas. I’ve seen the way you look at her, Zabini. I won’t hesitate to put an end to your budding friendship.”
The black boy shook his head. “I have no interest in your girl, mate,” he reassured his friend.
Draco stared at him for a while before finally nodding. “I’ll be back soon,” he said as he stepped into the fireplace. “Malfoy Manor!” he commanded, throwing down a handful of Floo powder he had gotten from the small box he kept hidden in his trunk.
Stepping out of the green flames, he dusted himself off and glanced about the room. He was standing in his father’s study, which had been decorated in black leather and dark oak wood furniture. It was a foreboding room meant to impress or intimidate, depending upon the person entering. Draco was neither. He had grown up in the Manor and, as such, there was very little his father could do these days to intimidate him. It had been many years since Draco was ever truly impressed, too.
Lucius Malfoy sat regally behind his desk, his eagle feather quill poised as he worked on the documents he had to fill out. “It is good to see you, Draco,” he said, breaking the silence, but not looking up.
The young Slytherin walked up to the desk. “You as well, Father,” he greeted as he sat in one of the leather chairs in front of the desk.
The boy remained silent as his father continued to write. He didn’t bother to glance around at the few paintings and various statuettes. He knew what they were. Behind and above Lucius was a large portrait of the patriarch. While this wasn’t enough to cause much alarm, in fact it usually just acted as a source of even more intimidation. But if a person were to stare at the portrait long enough at the right time of day, the portrait would begin to undress, tossing his clothes on the painted floor. Usually, he would pleasure himself or a female from another portrait would come and pleasure him. On certain occasions, he would even fuck a female.
As much as he loved his father, Draco hated that portrait and was more often than not that it remained clothed in his presence. There were a few statuettes that also indulged in pleasures of the flesh, though it was more like ‘pleasure of the brass metal flesh’. Lucius kept them well-oiled to prevent the scraping and squeaking sounds of metal upon metal. These, too, Draco despised.
“You asked me to come, Father,” the boy said finally, his patience wearing thin.
“I did,” the older wizard replied. “I take it school is going well?”
Draco smirked as he leaned back against the chair. “I would say so. My girlfriend and I are both making top marks all while we fuck each other every night.”
“Ah, yes. Miss Granger,” the man said, putting his quill away. “Is she pleasing you well enough, son?”
Draco nodded. “She is. I wanted to thank you, Father, for talking Snape into allowing me to have her in my dorm. She sleeps with me every night. She’s a very fast learner, too.”
Lucius inclined his head. “You had told me in your letter that she had performed fellatio remarkably well. Did she swallow?”
“Every drop,” the boy replied. “I’m going to make her my wife.”
“Yes,” Lucius said, “that’s what I wanted to talk to you about. Have you managed to impregnate her yet?”
The boy scoffed. “No. McGonagall and Snape both insist on her using those damn contraceptive potions. And I heard that Madam Pomphrey even has a charm she uses,” he said in annoyance. “Though the Weasel got his little whore pregnant quick enough.”
Lucius waved a hand. “No matter, no matter,” he said. “Honestly, it might even be for the best, seeing as you’re not seventeen yet. Has Miss Granger’s birthday pass yet?”
“It has,” Draco answered. “On the 19^th of September, she turned seventeen, which makes her perfectly legal to wed.”
“Only after you’ve turned seventeen,” Lucius pointed out, “though there are measures you can take to ensure her cooperation. You indicated in your letter that you kept a vial of her virgin blood. Do you still have it?”
“I do.”
“Good. Make sure you bring it when you come home for the holiday,” Lucius said. “We’ll need that mixed with your semen to create the binding spell.”
“I know,” Draco said, having already read about the spell in his father’s book. “Did you learn anything from the blood sample I gave you?”
A wicked grin crossed Lucius’s features. “I have. Your future bride either doesn’t know or is lying about her heritage,” he said. Draco perked up and the older wizard continued, “While it’s true that her family is several generations of Muggles, she is a direct descendant of none other than Merlin himself.”
This news flabbergasted the young wizard. “Are you sure?” he asked, his mouth hanging open in surprise.
“Of course I am,” the man groused. “Merlin had sired a girl, an unfortunate squib as it were. Being the considerate father he was, he had made sure she married well to a Muggle man and, as time went on the family grew.”
“I thought Merlin had a son,” Draco commented.
“He did, but he also had a daughter. A beautiful girl who was never spoken of until now. I’m still doing some research. There certainly is a lot of history in her family, much of which includes knights, lords, and various other people of power.”
“So, she really is a princess?” Draco asked and his father inclined his head.
“Well, I have to do a bit more research,” his father told him as he leaned back in his chair. “I’m not overly familiar with Muggle bloodlines, which makes this whole process a bit more difficult. Are you sure you don’t want a nice Pureblood witch? Maybe not one of the Greengrasses, but I’m sure…”
“No,” Draco said with an air of finality. Standing up, he jabbed a finger against the dark oak wood of his father’s desk. “It will be Granger. She will be my wife and I won’t have anyone interfering with my plan.”
Lucius lifted an eyebrow, but inclined his head. “I took the liberty of sending her an invitation to our holiday celebrations. If she’s going to be my future daughter-in-law, I would like to get to know her a bit more… intimately.”
Draco’s eyes narrowed and he pointed at the older wizard. “You’re not fucking her,” he growled.
Lucius rolled his eyes and gave a mocking laugh. “My dear boy, do use your sense,” he said scornfully. “Why would I ever want to stick my dick in mud?”
“She’s not dirty,” Draco argued. “I bathe her in pure semen every night.”
“Semen that won’t take because she’s protected,” Lucius pointed out.
“That’s not my fault,” the young wizard reasoned. “Part of my plan was to impregnate her so she would have no way out.”
“It’s the 21^st century, Son,” Lucius said, his eyes flashing in annoyance. “These days, pregnancy is not enough to bind a witch to you, but you’re on the right track. Bring me that vial when you come on holiday and I can help you start the binding process. Also, if you can convince her to stay for the after party, I have some recreational potions, one of which will counteract any sort of pregnancy prevention she may be on.”
Draco’s ears perked up. “How will we convince her to take them?” he asked.
Lucius shrugged. “You convinced her to drink,” he pointed out. “Getting her drunk and slipping a bit of recreational potion in her drink should be simple enough.”
Draco smirked, but said, “She’ll never forgive me if I did that.”
“She’ll never know,” Lucius countered. “She won’t even remember that night.”
“And this potion only lasts for the night?” the boy questioned.
The patriarch shook his head. “It’ll last until she takes another contraceptive,” he said. “I do urge you to wait until we’ve completed the binding, however. If she were to become pregnant, she still has a chance to leave you.”
“She can’t leave me,” Draco said stubbornly.
“She can always leave you, Son,” the older man said. “So long as she’s not bound to you, she can leave you. And after what you did to Miss Greengrass…”
“I didn’t do anything,” the boy argued.
“There’s no point in lying to me, Draco,” the man said, his eyes gazing into his son’s. “You and I both know Miss Greengrass was very much a pure virgin before you learned of her father’s intentions.”
“I’m not lying,” the younger wizard insisted. “I’ve never slept with her.”
“And you didn’t orchestrate the whole gangbang? Son, your fingerprints are all over the scene,” Lucius drawled. “Did you even bother to cover your bases? Demand loyalties from those who were part of it? Secrecy from Miss Greengrass?”
Draco could feel himself grow cold at the thought. “I…” Had he guaranteed loyalties or secrecy? What was stopping Greengrass from going to Hermione? “I can take care of it,” he said finally as his mind went through everything that still needed to be done.
“Don’t worry about it,” his father told him. “It’s already been taken care of, but know this, Son: I won’t keep cleaning up your messes. You need to watch yourself. If Miss Granger gets any idea that your intentions may not be as pure as she suspects, she can and will walk away, especially without a binding spell securely in place.”
“She won’t,” Draco repeated, assuredly. “She told me she loved me today. Of course, I think it had slipped out by accident, but I intend on using that to my advantage.”
Lucius lifted a brow. “Smart move, Son,” he praised. “Do you know whether she was serious about it?”
Draco shrugged. “I don’t see how it matters, but yes, I do. Granger doesn’t really lie to people and when she does, it’s for a very good reason,” he pointed out.
Lucius nodded. “Then keep working with her. You’ll get there, son, and she’ll be a Malfoy before we know it.”
(III)(III)
Draco re-entered the Common Room and dusted himself off. Moments later, Hermione walked in as well. He smiled at her as she entered the room. “Hello, beautiful,” he greeted, crossing the room to wrap her up in an embrace.
She blushed furiously as she pushed at his chest. “Draco, we need to talk,” she stated.
The Pureblood froze momentarily at her words. Those four little words never boded well and the conversation he had just had with his father quickly went through his mind. He tightened his hold on her, resting his chin on top of her head. Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath and steeled himself before looking down at her. He gave her a wary smile. “What could we possibly have to talk about?” he asked. “You’re much braver than I have ever been, princess, when it comes to expressing one’s feelings, but I do hope you know the feeling is mutual.”
Her blush darkened with the knowledge of what his words meant. “A-are they?” she asked uncertainly.
He brushed her cheek with the backs of his fingers. “Of course they are,” he said, meeting her gaze. “I love you more than you could ever imagine. I would do anything for you.”
This confused the witch. “But we’ve only dated for a few weeks, how can you be sure?” she asked.
His eyebrows raised. “Granger, I’ve had these feelings for you for years now. You can’t tell me you don’t feel the same?” he said, tilting his head to the side. “No one could ever make me feel the way I do when I’m with you. And now that the Dark Lord is gone and Father’s rights have been essentially terminated, we can finally be together and there isn’t a damn thing anyone can do to stop us.”
She squeezed her arm between them and showed him the envelope. Taking a step back at the sight of it, he took the envelope from her. “What’s this?” he questioned as he opened it.
“An invitation,” she told him. “Your father’s invited me to the annual Christmas celebration.”
His eyes scanned the card. “I see,” he said and handed her the card back. This doesn’t really surprise me and it shouldn’t surprise you.” He turned and walked to one of the armchairs by the fire. As he sat down, he looked at the witch who remained rooted to her spot. “Won’t you come join me, love?”
She did so, taking the seat across from him as she looked at him curiously. “You knew about this?”
“I did,” he answered, “though not until a few minutes before you returned. My father had used the Floo to contact me and informed me of this new development.”
“Do you have any idea why he wants me there?” she asked.
He shrugged. “I have expressed my interest in you for a rather long time now. No doubt he wants to meet you personally and perhaps get to know you a bit,” he drawled as he relaxed in his seat. He draped his legs over one of the arms of his chair.
“But he’s already met me,” she pointed out.
Draco gave her a bored look. “When we were children,” he replied. “I know for a fact that he had very little interest in you apart from how you were beating me at nearly every subject. Now that you’re my girlfriend, his interests have, understandably changed.”
“And your mother?” she asked. “Is she interested in seeing me?”
His eyebrow lifted in thought. “Naturally,” he said. “I wouldn’t worry much about it, love.”
“This party,” she continued as though she hadn’t heard him. “I assume it will be formal?” At the inclination of his head, she said, “I have nothing to wear. I’ll need to write my parents to see if they’ll send me some Wizarding money for Hogsmeade.”
He shook his head. “You don’t need it,” he told her.
“But how can I…?”
“I’ll pay for whatever you want,” he assured her.
“Absolutely not!” she argued, her brow furrowing. “I can buy my own robes, just like I can pick out my own knickers. I don’t need you or anyone else telling me how to dress.”
He pinched his lips. “No one is telling you how to dress, love. It would just be easier if I paid for your robes for that evening. You’ll get to pick and choose what you want and if you want, you can always pay me back later.”
She rolled her eyes and glared at him. “I highly doubt I would ever be able to pay you back for whatever you bought for me,” she groused.
He lifted an eyebrow. “And I highly doubt you’d be able to afford any set of robes that would be considered suitable to wear at any party hosted by my parents,” he countered. At her soured look, he sighed. “Humour me, princess. I know these people as well as those they have undoubtedly invited. You are my diamond and I want to be able to make you shine.”
“You want to turn me into some sort of doll,” she argued.
“No,” he said, sitting up and looking at her. “I want people to see you for what you truly are.”
“And what’s that?” she challenged.
He smirked. “You’re a princess, of course.”
(IV)(IV)
“So, what are you going to do?” Ginny asked the next day at lunch.
Hermione sighed tiredly. “There will be a final Hogsmeade weekend before the holiday,” she explained. “Draco wants to take me robe shopping and help me pick out something nice. No doubt, he’ll head straight for the most expensive store in Hogsmeade and want to purchase the most expensive robes there.”
“I don’t know what you’re complaining about,” Lavender said as she popped the rest of her sandwich into her mouth. She chewed quickly and swallowed before continuing, “The man wants to dote on you and he’s got the Galleons to do it, too. Let him spoil you. Merlin knows there isn’t many girls who get the chance.”
“He’s not a man, he’s a boy,” Hermione argued, stabbed at a carrot that kept rolling out of the way of her fork. She missed it again and threw her fork onto her plate in a huff. “And what do you think he’s going to start expecting of me if he starts dolling me up in jewellery and nice robes?”
Lavender rubbed her belly and rolled her eyes at the Muggle born’s look of surprise. “I doubt he wants to fatten you up, Hermione,” she said. “We’re only in sixth year. And it would be unseemly for any Malfoy to impregnate a girl he’s not married to.”
“Lav’s right, Hermione,” Ginny agreed. “I don’t think you have pregnancy to worry about.”
Hermione’s mind was going a mile a minute as it whirled through possibilities. “His parents want to get to know me better,” she told them.
“Of course they do,” the Half-blood witch scoffed. “You’re dating their one and only son and he’s bringing you home to officially meet them. I wouldn’t be surprised if it turns into a bloody interrogation session.”
Ginny nodded. “Try not to get too intimidated by them? I mean, you’re already going to be impressed when you see the Manor.”
“I won’t,” Hermione insisted, sitting up straight. “I’ve seen plenty of large estates and castles.”
“Yes, but none that have been owned by your own boyfriend,” Lavender pointed out as she snagged the carrot Hermione had been fighting with. She popped that in her mouth as well, chewed, and swallowed. “And just think about this: If he were to ever get down on one knee and you agree, it will all be yours. Literally. Malfoys don’t divorce.”
The Muggle born’s eyes widened at that. It had never crossed her mind that Draco may want to, one day, marry her. She snorted as she shook her head. “I’m a Muggle born. He’s not going to want to marry me.”
“Don’t be so sure of yourself,” Ginny argued as she picked up a finger sandwich. “He may come from an old, traditionally Pureblood family, but he’s nothing like his father or ancestors. He values much more than your blood status.”
Lavender giggled. “No doubt he’s thinking his blood is pure enough for the both of you anyway,” she suggested.
Hermione made a face. “If that’s what he thinks…”
“Oh, Hermione,” Ginny said, grabbing the Muggle born’s arm before she could get up angrily. “Lavender’s just taking the mickey out on you. You know that isn’t what Draco thinks. He doesn’t really care about blood status or any such nonsense, you know that. Otherwise, I doubt he would dote on you as much as he does now.” She pointed to the necklace Hermione wore. “He’s so much more interested in you than anything. Just look at the care he gives in picking out what he gives you. Most guys could care less about what your birthstone is.”
Lavender nodded as she took a sip of her pumpkin juice. “No doubt he cares a great deal for you. I have to practically beg Ron just to rub my shoulders.”
“And didn’t Draco rub your feet last night, Hermione?” the ginger asked. She scrunched up her nose before giggling. “You’re truly dating a right prince.”
“Prince Charming,” Lavender added dreamily. “You’re like Cinderella, Hermione. He’s here to sweep you off your feet.”
“I don’t want to be Cinderella,” the Muggle born argued. “I would much rather be Belle or someone else with a brain who can think for themselves.”
“Oh, Belle does sound better for you, doesn’t it?” Lavender readily agreed. “But is he a beast?”
Ginny had no idea what either of the girls were talking about. Not wanting to feel left out, however, the young witch nodded and said, “Maybe he’s a beast in the bedroom.”
The two witches looked at her in surprise for a moment before bursting out into laughter. The ginger joined them, though she was extremely curious about these references. Maybe she could take a page out of Hermione’s book and do a bit of research in the library? When they all calmed down, Ginny wiped a laughing tear from her eye and asked, “So, Belle? Beast? Cinderella?”
Hermione smiled kindly at her friend. “Muggle stories,” she told her. “If you’d like, I can show you?”
The ginger haired girl nodded. “I would like that very much.”
The girls finished their meals and stood up. Hermione waved at Draco who had been staring at her. He quickly rose from his seat and joined the three girls. Kissing the Muggle born lightly on the forehead, he asked, “Where are we going?”
Lavender lifted a hand and pointed at the door. “We are off to find adventure!” she announced, trying and failing to look serious.
Hermione and Ginny both giggled, but it was Hermione who answered the shocked blond Slytherin, “We’re going to the library. Ginny wanted to learn a bit about Muggle fairytales.”
He raised an eyebrow. “We have that stuff at Hogwarts?” he questioned curiously as he took Hermione’s bag and passed it to Goyle.
“Of course,” the bushy haired witch replied. “It’s Hogwarts and Professor Burbage is very adamant on teaching those who take Muggle Studies as much of the Muggle world as she can. Quite a spritely little witch, if I say so myself.”
Draco shared a look with Goyle and the two Slytherins shrugged in unison. “I might have to check a few out myself,” Draco said.
Hermione beamed at him as she threaded her fingers through his own and led the small group to the library.
(V)(V)
The trip to Hogsmeade came up faster than anyone truly expected while the relationship between Draco and Hermione continued to develop and grow. While Ginny still didn’t want her best friend to tangle with the snake, she still hadn’t found a way to get herself and Hermione out of it. There was literally, nothing the ginger haired girl could do. At the same time, she wasn’t entirely sure she needed to really do anything.
After that initial confrontation, Draco had been nothing but pleasant towards Ginny, even going so far as to compliment her when she received a good grade or styled her hair nicely. This made the girl suspicious, but his intentions seemed true enough and she couldn’t find anything wrong with him aside from that threat. This frustrated the young Pureblood witch and she would kick at the walls or stomp her feet much to Harry’s displeasure.
“Why don’t you tell me what’s bothering you?” the Boy-Who-Lived asked one evening when Ginny stabbed a hole in her parchment and broke her quill.
She shook her head. “I wish I could, Harry, really I do, but I can’t,” she told him. “I’ve been sworn to secrecy.”
She knew Harry hated keeping secrets and the look on his face confirmed it. “You’re not cheating on me, are you?” he asked, eying the girl.
Ginny shook her head. “No, I’m not,” she assured him. “Nor do I have any intention to… No, it’s nothing like that. Honestly, I don’t know why I’m so aggravated. I just am.”
“Is something not turning out the way you thought it would?” he guessed.
The young witch’s eyes widened at that. “I…” she faltered as she thought about it. “Actually, yes. Yes, it is.”
He frowned at her response. “Is it something bad?” he asked, a look of concern crossing his features.
Ginny’s lip twitched at that questions. “I don’t… know,” she said carefully. “At this point, I suppose it can go either way.” She had answered truthfully enough without really revealing anything. “I think that’s what frustrates me, though.”
Harry nodded sagely. “Perhaps it just needs a bit more time,” he suggested. “Whatever is going to happen, will happen. And I’ll be there for you if things should take a turn for the worse.”
Ginny’s eyes sparkled as she looked at the messy haired boy. “Oh, Harry. You’ll never know how much I love you,” she said, leaning into him and kissing him gently on the lips.
He gave her a rather roguish smile. “Perhaps you’d like to show me?”
She popped him on the arm and giggled, but then stood up and led him to the boys’ dormitories where she did show him just how much he meant to her.
(VI)(VI)
The night before the trip to Hogsmeade, Draco lounged in an armchair in the Slytherin Common Room by the fire. Hermione had decided that this was his favourite armchair for she always caught him sitting in it. Not that he would bother attempting to hide his fondness for things. In the chair opposite him, however, Blaise was busy snogging a girl which the Muggle born had guessed was Astoria Greengrass. In fact, the black skinned boy was often found snogging the blond haired girl and Hermione surmised that they were dating, or something similar.
The Muggle born refused to sit in any of the couches, having seen far too many people doing things even more scandalous than snogging. Sighing, she touched her boyfriend’s shoulder. He glanced up from the novel he was reading. “What is it, princess?” he asked, giving her a soft smile.
She returned his smile. “I just wanted to let you know that I’m heading to bed,” she told him.
Letting his feet fall onto the ground, he held the book closed with one finger between the pages. “Is something wrong?” he questioned, his eyebrows wrinkled in concern.
She quickly shook her head. “No. I’m just feeling a bit fatigued is all. I think my may lay down, perhaps read a bit before I go to sleep,” she said, bending down to give him a kiss on the lips.
“Why don’t you join me?” he suggested. “There’s enough room here for you.”
She smiled, but shook her head. “No, I would rather lay in bed, if that is alright with you,” she told him as she straightened up.
He nodded as he watched her begin to walk away. “Did I say something?” he asked suddenly, causing her to turn around.
She looked at him curiously. “Why would you think that?” she questioned. “No, you didn’t do anything.”
There was genuine concern in his eyes. “I love you,” he told her and Hermione felt her heart flutter. “I’ll be in there soon.”
Her eyes danced and she inclined her head. “I love you, too, Draco,” she said to him before disappearing into the dormitory.
“I wouldn’t keep her waiting for long, Drake,” Zabini suggested.
Draco marked his spot in the book he was reading, Pride and Prejudice, and nodded. “I don’t intend to,” he told his friend.
Holding the book in one hand, he made his way to the dorms, his cock hardening in anticipation.

Author's Note: Wow. Damn! Ok. So no actual sex in this chapter, but the suggestions are there certainly! How about that conversation between Draco and his dad, huh? Creepy! And that picture above his desk! Makes you wonder what Narcissa thinks about all of this, huh?
pickles: Which do you think? Somehow, I don't see Draco fucking around with anyone, not when he's trying to marry Hermione. Now, what he suggests to other boys... I wouldn't put it past him to be dead serious about anything when it comes to Hermione.
meldz: You can expect a couple slash scenes in the future, especially as Draco still has to live up to his promise to Hermione.
Severus1snape: Well, considering I am a Slytherin... Lol! I think he does truly love Hermione, just isn't sure ~how~ to love her, if you get what I mean. Crabbe's dick is too small, judging by Hermione's reaction to seeing it. Lol! No, Draco wouldn't do anything with him. And Nott is too much of a brother like figure for him.
Leti001: Unbelievable as in, you can't believe he did that? Or it was too contrived? I wouldn't want to imagine Hermione trying to leave him. I doubt such a thing would end well.
Sheedy, muggle_jo, and Bella Principessa: Thank you all for your lovely comments! I'm so glad you're enjoying the story so far.
And shaine, I'm sorry to see you go. I did warn that it was going to be a dark story and while I don't really see Draco as a "glorified rapist" I can see how you would see that.
Anyway, as always, don't forget to review! I do love to read your comments!
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