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Summary: "I want some grandbabies soon and Lucius and I think that you're the perfect candidate." Hermione didn't wait to hear the rest before she hightailed it out of there.
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Pocket full of Sunshine
Her large brown eyes were as large as saucers as she leaned against the wall panting, her breath coming out in short invisible puffs. Head snapping left and right as she remembered why she was there in the first place, she sighed in relief when she realized that nobody was following her. In an attempt to control her breathing, she took large gulps of air to abate her oxygen deprived lungs. She had been running as quickly as her longs legs were willing to carry her away from that psychotic woman.
Narcissa Malfoy looked at the young witch who was sitting across the small dark purple coffee table they were currently occupying. The rat's nest that she was told that should be atop the girl's head was not there, instead was a tamed head of glistening curls. Surely her son was exaggerating, because the buck teeth that should have had her mistaking the young lady for a beaver had been replaced with straight white pearls. Yes it had to be, her son was definitely hallucinating, although she was leaning towards the plain side, this young woman was definitely not ugly.
Cutting down to business, Narcissa explained why she'd owled the infamous Hermione Granger to have lunch with her. "I want grand babies soon and Lucius and I think that you're the perfect candidate, Merlin knows if we don't step in to help Draco out, he'll end up marrying some slag like Parkinson who will grab all his money and run. Now, we've decided to put your blood line aside, in order to get what we want. Now-"
Hermione didn't wait to hear the rest of what the crazed woman was saying and hightailed it out of the little café in Diagonal Alley, with the woman hot on her heels by the sounds of her calling for Hermione to 'cease this outrageous behavior this instant because it was very unbecoming of a Malfoy wife.' The lat line had caused her to put an extra pep in her run.
Hands on her knees, Hermione shook her head at the memory of what had just transpired a few moments ago. Surely this was a prank; it had to be because there was no way that Mrs. Malfoy would dare to ask her, no more like tell her that she was going to marry that slimy two-faced ferret son of hers.
"Yes, yes a prank indeed," Hermione muttered to herself under her breath as she walked away looking back once more to make sure she was in the clear. Brushing away the imaginary dirt from her dark blue robes, Hermione apparated away to the Borrow to tell her adoptive family what had just transpired. Harry and Ron are going to love this.
He was agitated at his mother for scaring away his mate; surely the woman could have been more subtle in telling his future mate what had to happen between them. He had expected her to run away, though he'd expected that she would have hexed his mother first. Thankfully that did not happen.
Ignoring the usually aristocratic woman that was now pouting next to him, they flooed back to the manor in a swirl of green. Raising an amused eyebrow as his mother huffed and stomped out of the large fire place, Draco Malfoy watched as she made her way towards the firewhiskey that lay atop the table in his father's study. He made his way towards the beige arm chair that was not to far from the fire place. Usually, when he came to the study to look up something, he would always find himself sitting in the exact same chair unconsciously.
Taking off his cap he let his platinum blond hair fall down to his shoulder in a wave, glistening in the dimly lit room. His unusually pale skin gave off an eerie glow while he stretched his long sinewy body, working out the cranks that had managed to form themselves. His black t-shirt and jeans both fit snugly to his lean physique as he threw his black silk robes over the back of the arm chair.
He watched as his mother poured herself a generous amount of liquor and sat gracefully in the arm chair opposite to where he sat. His handsome aristocratic features twisted into a smirk, knowing full well that his mother was only angry because she had not gotten her way today. Most of the time she was really a small petulant child than anything else; the wizarding world being free from Voldemort had done that to them. His father had chosen to give up his magic for as long as the Ministry had deemed necessary, in order to not be sent to Azkaban; that lesson had humbled dear old Lucius in more ways than none. After fighting against Voldemort, Draco had been let off scot free, and he'd decided that life wasn't going to get anymore interesting after that.
Now he wished he could go back in time to revoke that thought, because not long after he'd gone through a stage that left him yearning for Granger. Immediately after he'd dreamt of doing things to Granger that would have made his mother blush, had he told her what those dreams had entailed, detail by detail, he at first had thought it was the after effects of the war taking toll on him.
Then came the heighten senses and the unparalleled urge to have Granger with him, to just touch her, hold her and taste her; he knew something was wrong. Lucius had deemed it necessary to finally relate the truth to him after one night of his most heated dreams; he came into the room complaining about hearing Draco from all the way down the hall. His irate father had told him he was a veela and threw a book at him, telling him to read it before stomping out of his room.
The book was a lot more useful than Lucius would have ever been, leaving Draco all alone and an overly excited mother who was now planning too far ahead by ordering magic necessities for her future grand babies.
Her voice had snapped Draco out of his thoughts, "That rude little chit did not even give me a chance to explain to her what would happen before she was running away as if Voldemort himself was on her tail." Draco wanted to laugh at his mother's facial expression; it's not every day that one sees a pouting Narcissa.
"Well, starting off the conversation the way you had, I'm not surprised that she hadn't fled the place earlier." His voice was laced with amusement causing his mother to cast a frosty glare in his direction. Tossing back the rest of her drink, Narcissa stomped out of the study, Draco's laughter following her.
"Don't worry mother, I'll get her, it's just a matter of time really." His eyes flickered with mischief untold, as his promise lingered in the room.
A/N: So that was it. It turned out to be different than the first draft but it came out along the same lines and probably better. so now it;s time for you my lovely reviewers to Review to let me know what you think. Ciao