Hey guys, me again!

I've changed where I was going to go with this story, but it doesn't affect what I've already written xx I had some serious writers block, and decided to write this on a rainy day on my Mums laptop cuz mines broken/in Germany.

Ps: Dumbledore is alive. Deal with.

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Disclaimer: I own nothing I wish I did.

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Paige x

That English Randomer

"Draco?" I said suddenly, surprising my husband, who jumped slightly. I put my head on his shoulder, our hands woven together.

"Yes, love?" Draco replied quietly, his head close to mine, his cheek resting on my soft, tawny hair.
"I -"

"Hermione?" Draco questioned, drawing back and looking at me, his wife, who seemed to be struggling to find the words.

"Do you remember?" I asked, my chapped lips turning blue with cold.

"Do I remember what, Hermione?"

"The time all of our friends came out to support us in front of Ron?"

"Of course."

~~~~Flashback~~~~
Dracos POV

"Well, I can see that selecting you two to be Head Boy and Girl was one of my better ideas," Dumbledore said, peering at us from over his glasses. His twinkly blue eyes were amusing even in themselves, and I cracked a smile.

"It just might have been, Professor," I grinned, looking at the Head Girl, who was sat next to me on an equally uncomfortable wooden stock chair. Hermione Granger's long brown hair had settled, and become not so much curls but elegant waves that were slightly out of control. The way she listened to you, the way she was listening to Dumbledore, gave you the impression she was hanging on to your every word.

"I quite agree, Headmaster," Professor McGonagall said from the doorway, nodding. "Mr Malfoy and Miss Granger are getting on like a house on fire. Although, I must say, when Albus told me he was putting one of the smartest witches Hogwarts has ever seen in a placement with the school rebel, I nearly had heart failure."

"I admit, Minerva, that at the time it seemed like a mistake, but now I regret nothing," Dumbledore chuckled, wiping his half moon glasses with a cloth. He seemed in quite his own world.

"Albus, I am sorry to interrupt, but Molly Weasley and her children are outside and wish to talk to you," McGonagall said, breaking the spell.

Dumbledore, awaken from his daze, sighed. "Let them in, I suppose, although I suspect Mr Malfoy and Miss Granger would like to leave first."

"Yes please, Professor," Hermione said, looking worried. She bit her lip: ever since her breakup with Ron, the Weasley's had hated her, and hated Harry, Neville, Luna and the majority of Hogwarts for siding with her.

Hermione and myself got up, and walked to the door, which McGonagall held open for us. We walked down the winding stairs, and got halfway before I stopped.

"Draco?" Hermione asked, stopping short behind me.

"Hermione, the Weasley's are at the bottom of the stairs," I reminded her, and her eyes clouded over at the thought of it.

"How many?" she whispered. I stuck my head around the bend and looked down the centre of the stairs. I could see them.

"Molly, Ron, Ginny, Arthur and Percy."

"Oh, Merlin," Hermione panicked.

"It'll be fine. We'll walk past them like they don't exist," I reassured her. She nodded nervously, and I held my hand out to her. She took it, her lightly tanned skin a beautiful comparison to my own icy white skin. I squeezed her hand gently, and we began to walk downstairs.

We got to the bottom sooner than I thought, and as the sharp heel of my boot hit the stone floor, the Weasleys turned around. I looked into Molly's eyes, and saw utter hate. Hermione and I started walking past them, but as we passed Ron, he spat at our feet.

"Look, Mum, it's Death Eater scum Malfoy and the Hogwarts slut Granger!" Ron spat, nudging Molly. Molly stepped closer to Hermione and I. I snaked my arm around Hermione's waist, and pulled her closer. She was shaking.

"Yes, Ron, it would appear to be," Molly said, calm and even.

"Urgh! Granger, is this who you got with after breaking my brother's heart? A worthless scumbag and Death Eater?" Ginny sneered, looking me up and down.

I clenched my fist, and my hold on Hermione tightened. Hermione obviously noticed, and grabbed my hand, lacing her fingers inbetween mine. She gently turned my face towards her.

"Remember, Draco. You're better than them," she whispered to me, stroking the side of my face. Her brown orbs looked deep inside my own cold grey ones, and I smiled at the seriousness. I always said it was the feeling that represented Hermione best, but Hermione disagreed. She said it was common sense, which at the time I laughed at, causing me to be hit round the head with Hogwarts: A History. However, now I can see that it makes perfect sense.

She kissed my nose once before turning to the Weasleys herself.

"Yes, Ginevra. This is the man I fell in love with after realising your brother is nothing but a lazy slob who doesn't know his arse from his face," she declared, causing Ron to erupt.

"GRANGER WHY CAN'T YOU JUST ACCEPT THAT YOU LOVED ME!" Ron screamed in her face. I looked at Hermione to see a look of defiance on her face. Her soft, rosy lips were pursed, and her eyes frozen, almost in time, focused on the man she thought she loved.

"Because, Ronald, I never loved you."

Ron's face turned his trademark red, and he shook with anger.

"What do you mean you never loved me?"

"I mean I never loved you, Ronald. Are you having difficulty listening again? Or are you just being ignorant?" Hermione questioned. This brought a smile to my face. I have told Hermione this many times, but she refuses to believe me: she is deeply amusing.

"Did the years of dating mean nothing to you, then?" Ron hissed, advancing on Hermione.

"At the time, it meant something, Ronald. I thought I was in love, that we were going to get married and live together in a little house on the edge of Ottery with your parents just around the corner ..." Hermione argued.

Then she paused. I could see anger steaming up her eyes, but then I saw her calm herself.

"... but that was before I caught you in bed with Lavender."

This caused the Weasleys to gasp, and exchange astonished looks.

"Hermione Granger! How dare you make up such a thing! I am throughly disgusted with your behaviour! First, you go 'round shagging every man you meet, and then you go 'round spreading dirty rumours! I thought you were a better person, but I was obviously wrong," Molly said angrily, now nose to nose with Hermione. "You disgusting Mudblood."

I stepped in front of Hermione protectively, as I saw Molly raising her wand.

"HOW DARE YOU USE LANGUAGE LIKE THAT TO DESCRIBE MY GIRLFRIEND! Yes, she is Muggleborn, but she is a better witch than you ever will be, and a better person too. What sort of person goes around telling people that someone's a slut? WHAT SORT OF PERSON, WEASLEY?" I bellowed in Molly's face. She whimpered, and cowered under my comparatively tall stature.

"Calm down, Mr Malfoy," Dumbledore said quietly from the stairwell. He stepped down daintily, gracefully, and approached us. The Weasleys looked down their noses at him.

"Sorry, Professor," I apologised, backing away slightly, and gripping Hermione's hand again. She beamed at me, and squeezed my hand back.

"Whatever was the cause of such anger?" Dumbledore asked polietly, to both parties.

"Mrs Weasley called Hermione a Mudblood, Professor," I replied confidently, shooting the Weasleys a dirty look. Molly was still cowering, and I saw tears sliding down her cheeks.

Now it was Dumbledores turn to be angry.

"Mrs Weasley, it seems I need to re-inform you that, at Hogwarts, we do not accept that word. If you are to refer to Miss Granger by her birth status, which plays no part in her magical ability, you must restrain from using such foul words." Dumbledore glared at the family.

"Professor, Granger deserved it," Ginny spat, causing Dumbledore to whip round and settle his angry glare on the young witch.

"Why, Miss Weasley, would Miss Granger deserve to be called such a foul, degrading word? I can think of no valid reason."

"Because she broke my brothers heart!"

"Miss Weasley, whether Miss Granger loves Ronald Weasley or not is no excuse. It is no reason to call Miss Granger by such a word."

Suddenly, I heard the thunder of footsteps as two Griffindors, three Slytherins and a Ravenclaw hurtled around the corner towards them.

"Hermione! Draco!" Harry panted, clearly out of breath. He bent over double, and Theo Nott patted his back.

"Harry! Neville, Blaise, Pansy, Theo, Luna!" Hermione exclaimed. "Why are you here?"

"McGonagall called us. Said you were in trouble or something," Theo said.

"Which it seems you are," Neville said, looking around at the situation. I noticed Ron sticking his middle finger up at Neville from behind Arthur.