Hermione had returned to her office late, not looking well. She'd hidden her face with her sleeve and closed the door behind her. Draco only knew she had returned because he'd been about to leave for the night. He'd just sent Astoria an owl when the Minister of Magic returned unexpectedly. She'd left early so it was possible she'd forgotten something, or something important had required her to return, except that he'd caused her to look like that himself enough times in school to know better. He hoped what he was about to do wouldn't be perceived as untoward and cruel.
Sighing again at the door of Mrs. Weasley's office, Mr. Malfoy steeled himself, plastering his most polite, compassionate, closed-lipped smile to his always pale face, and knocked.
"Who, who is it?" He glanced at the ceiling at the swallowed sobs he could hear in her response.
"It's Malfoy, Minister, from the Department of International Magical Cooperation. I was just wondering if you'd like to have dinner with Astoria and I, as Scorpius is staying with the Potters this weekend in Ireland?" His intonations were the perfect mix of lowly professional hoping to mingle with a superior and old frienemy hoping to put the past behind him. He couldn't help smirking at his thespian skills. Which is when the door opened in his face.
Her tear streaked cheeks and salty red eyes looked up at him and the guilt alone would have wiped the smirk off his face if surprise hadn't done it for him. "Malfoy?" She sounded just like when she'd said it twenty years ago, incredulous and mildly affronted.
His cool returned, "Yes, Minister; dinner?" His polite smile faded as she continued to glare.
"What made you think that invitation was appropriate, Malfoy?" Her mouth closed on the question and her arms crossed, she shifted her weight to her other foot so she could get a better look at her former enemy. An enemy that she had only allowed to be accepted for the job to set a good example of reconciliation and reformation.
"Honestly? You looked upset and I wanted to offer you a chance to feel better." Compared to Lord Voldemort lying to this boss was an unfairly matched game of quidditch, "I figured, either you'd get a great dinner or enjoy laughing about rejecting my offer with your family." Only Astoria would have been able to guess his smile was fake.
Hermione uncrossed her arms to clench her fists at her side; "What do you know about my family?" Her raised voice and anger flushed cheeks highlighted the nerve he'd accidentally struck. He allowed his smile to frown in feigned ignorant innocence; he didn't need a degree in psychology to figure that the Weasel was the cause of her tears.
"Nothing, Minister. You and Ron have a beautiful daughter that my son, Scorpius, admires. That's all I know about your family." His voice sounded sincere, his expression appeared kindly concerned, his wife would have lightly smacked him for being a tosser. He hoped she wasn't worried about him now, even if he was at risk of losing his job.
He didn't need it. It was a sideways avenue for fostering connections with other potions masters. He and Astoria had bonded over potions and they both enjoyed surprising each or working on a complex recipe together. Working at the Ministry in Internationals wasn't necessary and he'd already built enough of a network that he could be fired and everyone he worked with would still talk to him. It made this act so easy he almost forgot to dislike lying.
He put his hands up in surrender, shaking his head. "It was an offer. I meant no offence. I hope you have a good night, Minister. I should be getting home; Astoria might get concerned." He bowed his head docilely and started to turn away, stepping back from the door.
Her hand shot out, catching his shoulder. Hermione had considered the alternative to dinner with the Malfoys at the dreaded Malfoy Manor and decided that there was strength in numbers, even if they weren't good odds. "Dinner…" She searched for something polite and honest; "dinner could be a fine opportunity to meet Astoria, which would be nice to do." Despite being Minister of Magic, Hermione wasn't the most suave politician. Draco valiantly refrained from sneering at her attempt to salvage a rough night.
"Excellent." His father's voice seemed to say. "Do you have everything you'll need?" He asked politely while he considered ways to make it up to Astoria. A pendant perhaps?
"I'll just be a minute." Hermione released his shoulder and turned, gathering her briefcase, putting on her cloak.
A week long vacation in the Maldives, maybe.
"Do you want to let anyone know where you'll be by owl before we leave?" Polite concern oozed, shielding him from suspicion, almost. A new conservatory with fully grown black roses set to bloom on Astoria's winter birthday. That might be good enough, along with a long night of lavished attention.
"Oh. Um, yes. Good thinking, Malfoy." He didn't need to see the note since he heard her whisper for it to go to Rose. Hermione met his eyes before nodding for him to go first. Which was a very good idea since by now his wife was probably battle ready at the fireplace.
She was. He quickly moved to block her wand from Hermione's view as he smoothly hugged his wife, concealing her shock and giving her time to school her features for professional company. Of course, she was lovely.
Without trying Astoria emphasized the other woman's stiffness. It didn't help that Hermione worked in the uniform of stuffy business. The pureblood aristocrat couldn't help it, though. Grace had been trained into the Greengrasses' for generations and Astoria was particularly fashionable. She was also an excellent host.
She immediately smiled warmly to his former enemy, extending both wand free hands as she stepped forward to welcome the Minister of Magic into her home. Her suede green leather ballet shoes made no sound on the marble floors and her silver silk evening gown was modestly becoming. Her wedding and engagement rings were her only jewelry but that only made him prouder of her natural beauty, hair casually down yet perfectly placed, minimal makeup, trim, unpainted nails you'd never guess spent hours in dirt completed the image of perfect housewife.
"Minister. It is an honor to meet you. Draco's spoken so well of you." Draco smiled at his wife's feigned warmth. Most people didn't know Ria was antisocial. "Please, you must let us set a place for you at the dining room table." A house elf squeaked from the shadows and hurried off to make sure dinner would go without a hitch. Despite having ordered them to comply with the new Minister's hopes for greater equality between species, old habits stuck around. At least no one had yelled at her for being Muggle born.
"That would be very kind of you, but please call me Hermione; at least while we're not at work." She glanced at Lord Malfoy as she accepted Astoria's gentle, two handed touch, vaguely resembling a shake so he supposed he still had a job. Hermione allowed Astoria to lead her into the mansion that had haunted her dreams for years, oddly comforted be the other woman's closeness. Her hand wasn't released until they'd swept into the grand formal dining room and she'd been practically put in her seat.
The room was not one she'd seen before and she allowed herself to acknowledge that so far her adventure was better than a talk with her husband. The room was well lit by lots of floating candles that almost warmed the blackwood table and chairs. The seats were upholstered in a silver velvet that complemented the black marble floors. The whole space was much more intimate than she had expected and while no one sat next to anyone, no one seemed to sit alone, either.
"Astoria is an exceptional herbalist. She's been expanding the gardens and the library." Draco said proudly, raising a brow in his wife's direction to prompt more discussion. Any subject was Hermione's subject and so as Astoria waxed eloquently on the incorporation of endangered plants into the landscape around Wiltshire Hermione was able to engage with the woman on the effort needed to diplomatically encourage growth.
The courses flowed flawlessly and Hermione started with surprise at Draco's question. He hadn't spoken much during dinner. "Dessert?"
Looking down to gather her thoughts she realized it was probably well past time to be getting on with the dreaded talk. "Oh; no. Thank you both." She looked from Draco to Astoria as she spoke; "It's been delicious and a real pleasure getting to know you and reacquainting ourselves Draco but I ought to get going." She allowed a house elf to pull her chair back as she stood.
The Malfoy's smoothly stood as well, smiling politely. "Of course, please let us know if you'd like to visit again. Scorpius would be happy to host Rose any time." Astoria could charm the dead.
"That would be lovely." Hermione was lead to the fireplace and waved away. A moment of silence passed after she'd left before Draco cleared his throat.
"I was thinking the southwest wing could use a new conservatory. Single paned glass spelled to retain warmth while letting in the light." Another moment of silence. "With a colored glass-sand reflecting pond, tall enough for a mango tree so we could grow vanilla orchids on it and hang a swinging bench."
With a sigh, Astoria turned to face her beloved husband. Her gave searched his face for a long minute. Her hands raised, held his head as she tugged him to her lips.
They kissed and he knew he was forgiven and that he was going to lavish her with attention for the rest of the evening because he wanted to.