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It's Not Over	By : cpetnm Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 70649 -:- Recommendations : 6 -:- Currently Reading : 5
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A.N.- Ms. M, pickles87, Admirer, Citten, & Nikte: Wow, you guys, those were the nicest comments! I was quite humbled.

After Theo’s bombshell, Draco retreated from his friends. Blaise tried to get his stormy friend to join him to no avail. Theo didn’t contact Draco, angry that Draco had tried to discourage him from seeing Hermione.

Draco slept hours and hours, missing meals and evading his parents. When he did join Lucius and Narcissa for a meal, his conversation skills consisted of grunts and one-word answers.

When Draco had found out that Theo was willing to buck tradition and court Hermione, he had wanted to simultaneously hurt Theo and congratulate him on having the courage to withstand the ridicule that would inevitably result from dating a Muggle-born. Theo’s level-headed behavior, hard working nature and overall mature attitude contrasted with Draco’s spoiled, judgemental, volatile actions. When he compared himself to Theo, Draco knew his chance with Hermione had passed. She may have wanted him, but she told him what she needed and he had been unable to provide her the basics of a relationship. His depression deepened the longer he dwelled on his mistakes.

On a lovely spring day, Narcissa had lunch with Rose Parkinson, her old roommate from Hogwarts. They met at The Magic Pan, a restaurant that specialized in French cuisine. Diagon Alley was bustling with people enjoying a respite from the spring chill.

“How is dear Pansy?” Narcissa asked her friend.

“Pansy’s well. She’s traveling with her older sister. They’re in America, staying with my cousin in Florida.”

Narcissa thought Draco maybe needed a change of scenery to pull him out of the funk he’d been in for several months. Over the last few weeks his behavior had taken a turn for the worse.

“I haven’t seen Draco in so long, Narcissa. How is he?” Rose could be catty, but she did care for Narcissa and her family. She’d heard rumors that Draco had been partying and womanizing on an almost nightly basis. She suspected that was the reason for the Malfoys return to England.

Narcissa laughed it off. “He’s sowing his wild oats. Lucius assures me his behavior is normal.”

The tightness around Narcissa’s eyes did not escape Rose’s notice, but she didn’t press her friend for more information.

The ladies looked up when a striking couple came into the restaurant. Narcissa recognized the young man as Draco’s friend, Theodore Nott. As the couple passed by the table, Theodore looked at Narcissa and smiled.

“Hello Mrs. Malfoy, Mrs. Parkinson. It’s lovely to see you. Let me introduce you to my girlfriend, Hermione Granger.”

Hermione greeted the well-maintained women. Narcissa studied her, appreciative of her poise and bearing.

“Miss Granger, did you graduate with my son?” Narcissa asked. She suspected this was the woman Draco was pining over. What had happened?

“I did, Mrs. Malfoy.” Hermione gave her a small, tight smile.

Oh, yes, there was a story there, thought Narcissa.

“Ladies, enjoy your lunch,” Theo said with a small bow, leading Hermione to their table.

“That girl is…” Rose leaned in. “…a Mudblood. Theodore’s father is probably turning in his grave. Such a shame. He’d be perfect for my Pansy.” Rose sighed at the state of things.

“Hmm. I did notice she favored Muggle fashion, but so many of the young do,” Narcissa said.

Throughout the rest of their meal, Narcissa covertly looked at Hermione. She wasn’t one to interfere in her son’s life, but she wanted to know how this woman had changed Draco.

“I think I understand why Draco is in such a state,” Narcissa said to her husband as she brushed her hair before bed.

She looked at him in the mirror, admiring his muscled body as he lounged in the bed. He raised an eyebrow in question.

“I had lunch with Rose Parkinson today and Draco’s friend, Theodore Nott, came into the restaurant with his girlfriend, Hermione Granger. I asked Miss Granger if she had graduated with Draco and her face became quite stiff.”

“We know something transpired between them. Theodore Nott? Hmm.” He was surprised that the Nott heir was courting Miss Granger.

“I think Draco had feelings for her, but for some reason she chose Theodore.”

Lucius looked at his wife, trying to understand what she wanted from the situation. Did she seriously want Draco to pursue the Muggle-born witch?

“Would you want him to bring her kind into our family, Cissa? We really should allow Draco to figure this out for himself.”

Narcissa shook her head. “I don’t know what I want, Lucius, but I’d rather welcome that witch into our family and have our son be himself again than to watch him waste away of a broken heart.”

Lucius knew his wife was upset, but she didn’t know the whole story. “Let’s talk to him tomorrow and try to get some information out of him.” He walked over to her and rubbed her tense shoulders. “Come, Cissa, let’s go to bed.”

“That was unbelievable, Hermione,” Theo said as they settled into the back of her parents’ Range Rover.

For Richard Granger’s fiftieth birthday, his wife had treated him to a very rare Bob Dylan acoustical concert. Jean Granger bought tickets for her daughter and her daughter’s boyfriend as well. The experience had been a once in a lifetime gift for Richard, but everyone had enjoyed the croaky singer’s epic music.

“I wasn’t sure what you’d think. It can take time to truly appreciate Dylan.” Hermione leaned her head on Theo’s shoulder. He held her hand, tracing the lines on her palm.

“My favorite song was Like A Rolling Stone. It reminded me of how I felt after my father died- untethered.”

“How did you center yourself after his death? You’ve always seemed so together.”

“I moved on. I did my best at school and on the Quidditch pitch. I always had a picture of my future in mind and it helped me stay sane when I felt alone.” Over the weeks that they’d been dating, Theo had grown attached to Hermione. He knew it was fast, but since she’d come into his life again, he could see a future with his Muggle-born girlfriend.

Hermione squeezed his hand, once again impressed with Theo’s resilience and character.

Draco lay in his bed, reading Frankenstein. He’d found the novel in the recesses of the manor library. His room was dim and quiet. When a knock sounded at his door, he ignored it. No thanks, he thought. But the knocking came again, this time more forcefully. He got out of bed, his body stiff from staying in a prone position for a prolonged period of time.

Expecting to see his father, Draco was startled to see Theo.

“We need to talk,” Theo said, pushing his way into Draco’s room.

Theo appraised his friend. Draco had lost weight. His lank hair was almost to his waist and hung around Draco like a curtain. His face was covered in stubble.

Draco sat in a chair in front of the fire, motioning for Theo to join him.

“What did you need, Theo?” he said, his voice hoarse from alcohol consumption.

“What’s going on with you, Draco? You look like shit,” Theo observed.

Draco just stared at him. Theo stared back.

“I stayed with Hermione last night,” Theo said, noticing Draco flinch almost imperceptibly. “In her sleep, she kept saying your name. Why would she do that, Draco?”

“I don’t know, Nott.”

Theo slammed his hand on the wooden side table. “Quit fucking around, Draco! Tell me why you said Hermione wasn’t the one for me.”

Draco looked at the orange flames of the fire. Besides Potter, no one from the wizarding world knew of his affair with Hermione. While he didn’t want Theo to have Hermione, he knew Theo could give her what he couldn’t.

“We were together for most of seventh year,” Draco said, continuing to stare at the dancing fire. “She broke it off with me when I refused to take it public. I sought her out after she started university, but she didn’t want to resume what we had. I told her I’d never be able to present her as my girlfriend, let alone my wife, even though I wanted us to continue to see each other. She didn’t accept that.”

“You’re a fool, Draco. If you had her love and you threw it away, you don’t deserve her.”

Draco looked at Theo. “I don’t deserve her, but I love her.”

Theo shook his head at Draco and stood up to leave. “She’s not some dirty secret, Draco. She comes from a good family, even if they’re Muggles. I intend to keep her in my life. You need to make peace with that.”

Draco heard the door close behind Theo.

She dreams of me in the bed of another man.
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