Disclaimer: I don't own Harry Potter or anything you would recognize in this fic. If I did, then I wouldn't be stressing over my English exam.
AN: So this is my first fanfiction ever so I want to start this on a nice and easy "plot", so to say. I'm taking a break from the exams and all, funny how I just failed English and swore to not do anything English related again yet I'm writing this.
I think first timers always get off easy but, oh well. Comments and constructive criticism are welcomed!
3 Years after the Final Battle
Hermione Granger was agitated. No, it wasn't the threat of an evil psychopath trying to kill her and her kind, it wasn't a giant basilisk trying to petrify her, and it wasn't even telling Ron that she was dating Draco Malfoy. Hermione cringed. No, this was just as bad.
And I thought I would be off the hook once I survived all that.
This was the Granger family reunion. Her oh-so-perfect family, her lovely aunts and uncles, and of course, her cousins, were all going to be there. She hasn't as much as showed up for the annual family reunion since a year before the war. She sighed and scrambled her closet for something suitable to wear.
How did I even think that this would look good on me?, no, no, oh my gosh grandma's going to get a heart attack if she sees this, no, damn this would make my ass look good. Hermione continued her futile search. There wasn't anything in her closet that made her look her age, made her look presentable, and made her look like she wasn't wasting all her parents money at the same time. It was one of those things where you want all 3 but you could only choose 2. It was painful for the brain.
Can't complain how my fiancé and spoiling me to death. She inwardly smiled.
"Mione," a silky drawl drifted down the long hallway. "Shouldn't I go to the reunion with you?"
The voice was getting closer now as he was walking towards her room. She didn't hear the floo at her flat go off or an apparition pop and was surprised that Draco was here.
"No!" Hermione panicked. "I mean, um, it's okay, you don't need to go with me," she said as she opened her bedroom door for him and quickly walked back to her closet to find something to wear. The family reunion this year was going to be on their privately owned island in the middle of the Pacific. Hermione couldn't even find a single outfit to wear and the plane was leaving that evening.
"Or you can at least let me choose what you wear," she felt his arms, hugging her from behind. She could hear the smirk in his voice.
"Merlin, if I let you choose what I wear, my cousins would throw a hissy fit. There's no way I'm letting you choose my clothes!"
Hermione heard a sigh as Draco's warm arms left her. She turned around to see him walking to lay down on the bed. He filled out nicely since his school days. His hair no longer gelled back like it used to, his perfect muscles subtly seen through his t-shirt. As a Malfoy, he wouldn't miss out on good clothing even if it was muggle.
Hermione walked over to her bed and sat next to him.
"About the reunion," Hermione started. "I really don't think that it's a good idea for you to go, love. We haven't made any official announcements yet and being engaged at 20 in the muggle word is seriously taboo."
She heard him sigh in defeat.
"At least tell me where it's at and send me some pictures, okay?" Draco sat up on the bed and nuzzled his nose in Hermione's soft wavy hair. "I need to go now. Company meeting and all those stuff. I'll miss you, Mione."
He straightened himself up and gave Hermione a long, passionate kiss. He was gone with a pop.
Hermione sighed again for the umpteenth time that day. This is going to be a long reunion.
AN: How was that? Yes? No? Ok? I'll be continuing this soon and will probably finish by January.