Oh yeah and let's "pretend" that Monsieur Deville has a French accent because I don't really know how to write that.
Chapter 4 Introducing Mrs. MalfoyBlaise, Hermione, and Ana flooed back to Malfoy Manor in a matter of twenty minutes. Draco was sitting in his chair at his desk, his wet hair falling carelessly over his forehead. He was wearing black slacks and a long gray button up shirt, with its sleeves rolled up to his elbows. He watched as Blaise, with his khaki slacks and green cashmere sweater, appeared in his fireplace, followed closely by Hermione, clad in sweats and an oversized sweater with her wet hair tied in a high bun, and Ana, dressed in the same ensemble as her mum but with her wet sandy blonde hair flowing freely down her back.
Hermione and Ana each carried a small bag with them, packed with clothes and other necessities they needed for the two days. Two small house elves appeared, took their bags, and then proceeded to disappear, no doubt putting their bags in their respective rooms. Hermione opened her mouth to speak out against house elves, but thought better of it and just shut her mouth.
There was an awkward silent pause that followed, just after the house elves arrived then left without a single a word. Blaise cleared his throat. "Well," he began," I believe we should start."
"Right," replied Draco as he stood up, opened the door, and gestured Hermione, Ana, and Blaise out of the study and into the hall.
Hermione looked around in awe as she passed paintings of past Malfoys and very expensive sculptures and artworks. She realized that she hadn't really been in Malfoy Manor before, and the size and elegance as it was described many times before in various magazines and newspapers failed to give the Manor proper justice. It was far more beautiful and enormous than she originally imagined. But it was also colder and looked as if no one really lived there. And no one really did live there anyway. Aside from Draco, there was only his driver, his personal butler, and a maid or two; the rest of his staff consisted of house elves.
As they stepped into the living room, Hermione's breath caught as she looked at the beautiful room. It was completely white from the color of the walls, to the marble floor, to the no doubt expensive furniture. A fire was burning in the large fireplace at the far end of the living room. A large Christmas tree, about nine feet tall, stood next to the fireplace, decorated in green and silver ornaments. Typical she thought as she rolled her eyes and did a full 360 turn, inspecting the elegant room. Yes it was beautiful and breathtaking, but like the rest of the house, it didn't seem as if a family lived there.
Ana looked at the room with excitement and awe in her large blue eyes. She had never seen such an elegant room in her life. Being used to the simple furniture and living of their flat, the Burrow, her Uncle Ron and Aunt Ginny's flat, and her grandparent's house, she was struck speechless, to say the least, of the beauty and rich décor in the room.
After moments of silence as both Hermione and Ana surveyed the room, Hermione turned to Draco. "I think we should start with redecorating," she said matter of fact.
"Excuse me?" Draco began as his eyebrows knitted together.
"Don't get me wrong, your house is beautiful Malfoy," she rolled her eyes as Draco seemed to swell with pride, "but it doesn't seem very home-y." With a raise of an eyebrow from both Blaise and Draco, she elaborated further. "It doesn't seem as if a family lives here. Your house is not all that inviting Malfoy."
"And how, " Malfoy started as crossed her to sit on the white couch, "do you propose we make it more 'home-y' and 'inviting'."
Hermione smiled as she walked around the room again. "Simple. We throw in a few toys here and there, colorful rugs to bring more color into this room, a few blankets and pillows on the floor, and your tree-"
"Whoa calm down," he said as he cut in and held up both of his hands. "And what's wrong with my tree?" He stood up and walked over to the tree, followed by Hermione, Ana, and Blaise. The tree was very beautiful, he had a designer come in and decorate it for him. Of course, he would have no other colored ornaments but silver and green. Slytherin pride.
Hermione looked at the tree as she spoke. "It's beautiful, despite the horrible choice of colors," she turned around and smirked at Blaise and Draco, "but it looks too structured, like you hired someone to decorate it."
"I did hire someone to decorate it," Draco mumbled as he crossed his arms over his chest and glared at Hermione.
"Well the ornaments have got to go," he looked at her incredulously.
"You're bloody crazy!" Draco cut in. "And what do you know anyway, you live in a one bedroom flat."
She glared at him. "Just because I'm not a stuck up, rich, pompous arsehole as yourself does not mean that I do not have taste."
"Well excuse me Miss 'I'm-the-greatest-decorator-around,' I didn't know that your 'Know-it-all' abilities far surpassed that of just books," his voice was dripping with sarcasm as they continued with their war of words as Blaise and Ana looked on, starring at Draco and then Hermione. They looked as if they were watching a tennis tournament, watching the ball as it bounced from one side to another.
"Git," she spat out.
"Up tight wench"
"Egotistical bastard"
"Buck toothed, bushy haired Gryffindor"
"Pasty faced Slytherin"
"Mudblood"
"Ferret"
"You get turned into a ferret once and nobody drops it,"** he said as he stared icily at her. They stood in silence, glaring at each other, for what felt like hours but must've really been a minute or two until Blaise cleared his throat, successfully turning both party's attention to him.
"Well," he began, attempting to break the tension in the room, "we'll redecorate, but Draco has to approve it."
Draco still glared at Hermione; he didn't see why they had to listen to her. It was his house, so why did she feel like she could just waltz in there and change everything? He was about to tell Granger and her child to leave his house, when he looked at Blaise and saw a pleading look in his eyes. They did need Hermione and Ana, it was already too late to find another Muggle-born witch with a child.
He sighed and rolled his eyes. "Fine," he said, feeling outnumbered, "but remember," he turned to face Hermione, "I approve what you decide to change in my house."
She glared at him for a few seconds before she smiled and turned to Blaise. "Great. We'll need muggle toys, stuffed animals and everything. We'll need some colorful rugs, blankets, and pillows; it's too white in here. And the Christmas tree-"
Draco blocked her out as she rambled on about the changes they should make to the house. He personally thought the house was fine as is.
Beautiful rugs were transferred into the living room. Because the floor was marble, it was always cold in the room despite the fact that the fire was burning brightly. Colorful blankets and pillows were thrown haphazardly onto the couches and loveseats, and on the floor as well. Muggle and wizard toys were brought in. Large stuffed animals were placed on the floor of the living room and on the furniture as well. Flowers were added as well. Stockings were hung by the fireplace and garlands, wreaths, candles, poinsettias, mistletoe and other various Christmas decorations were strewn around the living room, as well as the rest of the house. Although none of the furniture had been moved or changed, it looked like a completely new room, more vibrant, festive, and home-y, as Hermione liked to call it.
Next Blaise and Draco showed Hermione and Ana their rooms. They were both in the same wing as Draco's. Hermione's was beautifully done, rich pale peach bed comforters and furniture. There was a fireplace in her room as well. Ana's room was smaller than Hermione's, and decorated in pink instead of pale peach. It was beautiful, fit for a little princess. Ana beamed as she looked at the room she'd be staying in for the next two days. There was a beautiful dollhouse in one corner and toys, muggle and wizard alike, were strewn across the floor and the shelves. There were also books. Like her mum, Ana was an avid reader, although she could only read picture books at the tender age of five. But also like her mum, she was at the top of her class.
After unpacking their bags and getting acquainted with their respective rooms, they came down the stairs and back into the living room, where Draco and Blaise were sitting on one of the couches, drinking butterbear. Blaise, noticing Hermione and Ana walking down the stairs, stood up to greet them.
"Ah Mrs. Malfoy," Blaise smirked as Draco choked on the butterbear he was drinking. "Monique, Draco's personal stylist, will be here in roughly thirty minutes with her whole team to fix you, and your lovely daughter, up." Hermione just nodded as she took her daughter's hand and walked to the loveseat across from Blaise and Draco.
It was already passed lunch, they had eaten somewhere in between redecorating the living room and Hermione and Draco's constant bickering. It was a surprise that they actually finished redecorating the living room and had worked on other parts of the house. Thanks to the help of the house elves, they had redecorated most of the house. There was still the issue about the tree though.
Hermione stood up and walked to the tree once again. "Can we fix the tree?" she asked hopefully, glancing at the silver and green ornaments.
"No," Draco said with finality.
"Please?" she offered, looking behind her to where Blaise and Draco sat.
"Granger we already changed much of my whole bloody Manor, the tree will remain as is." Hermione pouted as she walked back to the love seat shared with her daughter. In all honesty, the tree was fine; it needn't be changed. It fit in nicely with the newly decorated living room, but Hermione's favorite Christmas activity had always been to decorate the tree. And Malfoy's nine-foot tree was one hell of a tree.
They all sat in silence as movement and noise could be heard coming from Draco's study. They stood as soon as a witch, presumably Monique, entered the living room followed closely by about a team of ten to fifteen wizards and witches. Monique was a young witch, fashionable and obviously very rich. She had cherry blonde hair with white blonde highlights that fell to the middle of her back. It flowed beautifully down her back in soft curls, unlike Hermione's wild ones. She had hazel colored eyes. She wore tight fitting blue jeans, designer label of course, with stiletto heeled boots that complemented the jeans very nicely. She wore a white button up shirt with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows, like Draco. The top buttons were left unbuttoned, showing a generous amount of cleavage, and the last two buttons were unbuttoned as well, exposing her toned stomach and her diamond belly ring. Around her neck was a long white scarf that, with the aid of a warming charm, helped keep her warm in the snow. All in all, she was gorgeous. She was tall, 5'9", and could easily have been a model.
Hermione felt embarrassed standing in the presence of such a beautiful women clad only in her sweats and runners, with her hair pulled back into a bun. Suddenly she saw the difference between her world and Malfoy's. I wonder if Malfoy and her ever dated, Hermione found herself thinking.
After greeting Draco and Blaise, Monique turned to Hermione. She looked at Hermione with a "thinking" stance, one arm across her stomach and the other resting on it, hand rubbing her chin. After a few moments of analyzing on Monique's part and blushing from Hermione, Monique smiled and clapped her hands.
"Wonderful," she began, "I must say Draco, you gave me plenty to work with here." She held out her hand as Hermione blushed at the complement. Draco just rolled his eyes as Blaise watched the exchange. "Monique Zabini"
Hermione looked at the woman with wide eyes. She looked at her left hand, a beautiful platinum wedding band rested on her ring finger. She looked at Blaise's, the same wedding band rested on his finger as well. Obviously Malfoy and her never dated, she's married to Zabini.
Hermione took her hand and smiled back. "Hermione Granger"
"Now on to business," Monique stated as she took Hermione by her hand and dragged her up the stairs to the room they used as a salon. The ten or so men and women that arrived with Monique followed closely by, as did Draco, Blaise, and Ana, who took hold of Draco's hand as they climbed up the stairs. He looked down at her, and she smiled back at him. He couldn't help but give her a half smile.
"First thing," Monique said as soon as they stepped into the room, "is to shower." She smiled brightly at Hermione as she handed her a bathrobe and a towel. Hermione took hold of her daughter's hand and made her way to the bathroom across the hall.
About an hour later, Hermione stepped back into the room with her daughter. Hermione was clad only in the bathrobe Monique handed to her and her undergarments. Ana was dressed similarly. They got right on down to business as soon as both girls walked into the room, Monique taking Hermione and one of her assistants taking Ana. Draco slipped out as they began hair and makeup and made his way to his study. It wouldn't take him two hours to get ready. Blaise, though, stayed behind with his wife.
"How long have you been married?" he asked Hermione.
"Six years," she answered, her face covered in green gunk with zucchinis on her eyes.
"Good, good," Blaise replied, pacing back and forth in the room. "What day did you get married?"
She sighed heavily. "July 15, 2000"
"And what time does your husband usually get home from work?"
"Goodness Zabini," she answered, taking the zucchinis off of her eyes to properly glare at him. "I know this, you don't have to test me."
"Don't aggravate Hermione, darling," Monique interjected, taking the zucchinis from Hermione and proceeding to wash off the green gunk.
"Sorry love," he replied as he sat down and watched.
At around a quarter to seven, Blaise and Draco stood at the bottom of the stairs, waiting expectantly for Monsieur Deville and Hermione and Ana. Within an hour, Draco had gotten cleaned up and changed. Blaise had flooed home and gotten changed as well. His wife was still with Hermione.
Draco, wearing expensive all black robes that looked very nice on him indeed, had his hair slicked back like he did during his Hogwarts days. Blaise wore dark blue robes, complementing his eyes very nicely. His hair, much shorter than Draco's, fell carelessly over his forehead. They were pacing, obviously nervous and scared that the little plan of theirs might not work.
Hermione was in her room with Monique and Ana. She was still in her bathrobe while her daughter was already dressed. Hermione looked at the dress robes on her bed, they were beautiful. She hadn't worn robes since Ginny and Harry's wedding a year before, for she was more comfortable wearing muggle clothing, where she was the matron of honor. But the robes on her bed made the lovely robes that Ginny had picked out for her seem as if they were merely everyday robes, nothing special. But of course, what else would you expect from a Malfoy? Obviously Hermione thought as she ran her hand along the beautiful fabric, Malfoys don't do anything by halves. With the help of Blaise's wife and her daughter, she slipped into the elegant robes.
A knock came at the door. Blaise and Draco stopped their pacing and looked up. They looked at each other and swallowed. He was here. As Jeffrey, Draco's butler, went to the door to open it, Blaise spoke up.
"Wait," he said, abruptly halting Jeffrey's progress. Draco looked at him with a raised eyebrow. He handed him a little red velvet box. "Your wedding ring," he said simply as Draco opened the box and slipped the platinum wedding band onto his left ring finger.
Draco nodded his head to Jeffrey, prompting him to continue. Jeffrey opened the door and in walked Monsieur Pierre Deville, followed closely by Robert, the Malfoy family chauffer.
Pierre Deville was a middle-aged man. He was round and had a small grayish-black beard. He reminded many of Santa Clause. He wore a black suit. Because he traveled the muggle way, through airplane, he didn't want to garner a few odd glances for wearing robes.
"Monsieur Deville," Blaise said, smiling and stepping forward. House elves appeared and took his suitcase and other belongings up to his room.
"Monsieur Zabini," Monsieur Deville responded, shaking Blaise's outstretched hand. "Ah and Monsieur Malfoy." Draco stepped forward as well and shook the man's hand.
"Monsieur Deville," he said by way of greeting.
They talked for a bit in the foyer, at the bottom of the stairs. They were waiting for Hermione and Ana.
"Yes I see that my wife…" Draco trailed off as he looked up the stairs. There, at the top of the stairs, stood Hermione and Ana. Hermione was wearing the robes that were just moments before lying on her bed. They were burgundy and clung very nicely to her body, flaring out at the bottom. It had a low neckline, showing a little cleavage. The sleeves came halfway up between her hand and her elbow. The robes were long, falling all the way down to her toes. Hermione's hair was done up, with a few strands framing her face. Her makeup was very light, but still noticeable. A simple silver necklace with a diamond pendant finished off her outfit, diverting many people's attention away from the low neckline. All in all, Hermione was beautiful.
Ana looked lovely as well. She wore light blue robes that set off her blue eyes and dark blonde hair. Her blonde locks were pulled back into a high ponytail, the excess hair done into ringlets. She was beautiful, truly her mother's daughter.
Draco's breath caught as soon as his eyes focused on Hermione. Sure he knew Hermione was pretty, but she looked even lovelier that evening. The dress robes accented her figure very nicely, and the color brought out her brown eyes and hair. He heard nothing but the beat of his own heart as she started walking down the stairs holding Ana's hand. She held eye contact with him and smiled brightly, a slight blush on her cheeks, from the make up or from the stares from Draco, Blaise, and Monsieur Deville, he didn't know.
Draco held out his hand as she reached the bottom of the stairs. She took it with her free hand, still staring into his gray orbs.
"Darling," he said as he kissed her hand affectionately, noticing that she wore the same ring plus another, the engagement ring, on her left hand as well. He kept eye contact with her and smirked into her hand as he felt her tense slightly, obviously fighting the desire to pull her hand away and wipe it against her robes. He turned around to look at the other men standing there. "May I introduce to you, Monsieur Deville, my wife, Hermione Malfoy."
Hermione smiled politely at Monsieur Deville as he copied Draco's actions, took her hand and kissed it too. She was too shocked to do much else, it hadn't really hit her that she was actually married to the Slytherin, albeit fake marriage, until she heard the words "Hermione Malfoy" come out of Draco's mouth. It hadn't even hit her when Monique handed her the wedding band and the engagement ring, placing them securely on her left hand ring finger. She felt a pang in her heart as she slid the rings onto her fingers, remembering the time, six years ago, when someone had done the same thing with a different ring on a different finger. That ring rested on her right hand ring finger, where it had first been placed nearly six years back and hadn't once been removed. She didn't know why she still wore it, but she just did.
"Your wife is very lovely," Monsieur Deville said as they all headed to the dining room. Hermione smiled and blushed. "And your daughter as well." Ana beamed from beside Hermione.
Eventually they all reached the dinning room, sitting down in their respective seats. Draco walked right to one end of the table, sitting down immediately without even pulling out Hermione's, his "wife", chair. She huffed and held back the sudden urge to smack him upside the head as she pulled out her own chair and took her seat to the left of him and Ana to her right. Monsieur Deville sat at the other end of the table, Blaise sitting right next to him and across from Ana.
Polite conversation was made as the food was served to them. Monsieur Deville asked questions from how Malfoy Industries was doing to what the family had done recently (at which time Hermione had stuttered, Draco and Blaise stared blankly at each other, and Ana saved the day by making up a remarkable story about ice skating and such).
"Tell me," Monsieur Deville began just as dessert was being served "I would like to know very much of your wedding."
Hermione and Draco looked at each other; secretly asking which one of them would be dishing out the complete BS.
"Go ahead…dear," Malfoy forced the last word out and smirked as Hermione softly glared at him.
"Well," she began, plastering a huge smile on her face before turning around to face the rest of the table. "We were both so young, but we loved each other deeply and felt that marriage was the next step." Draco snorted but let out an obviously fake cough as Hermione kicked him from underneath the table. "We, Malf-"
Blaise began to cough, abruptly interrupting Hermione's sentence. Four pairs of eyes were on him as he coughed and pounded his right fist against his chest. It was perfectly clear to each and every person seated at the table that Blaise was faking his coughs. He cleared his throat as his coughing spasm seemed to pass.
"Yes well as I was saying," Hermione said, eyeing Blaise curiously. "Malf-"
Blaise began to cough again. This time louder and longer. Somewhere in between his fake coughs, he had managed to spit out the word "Draco." As his "coughing" died down he picked up his glass and drank the butterbear in it. He cleared his throat after.
"So sorry," he began, giving Hermione a meaningful look. "Do continue Mrs. Malfoy. I would love to hear of the Draco-Hermione wedding."
Hermione nodded as she turned to look Draco in the eye. "Draco…" she said his name slowly, seemingly dragging it out. She smiled lovingly at him, well as lovingly as she could anyway, seeing as what she felt for Draco was far from love. He glared, but then smiled as sweetly as he could, which ended up looking like a sneer and smirk mixed as one, ah well at least he tried. This little "deal" of theirs seemed to turn into something more, it was a battle to see which one would crack first. And they were both doing sickeningly sweet things to make the other person snap. Ah, and the rivalry lives on.
After dessert was served and dinner wrapped up, Ana quietly asked her mum if she could go to sleep. Standing up and taking her daughter's hand, she excused herself from the dinner table.
Before leaving though, Ana walked up to Draco and gave him a hug. "Good night daddy," she said as Draco hugged her back with a half smile and a shocked look. Hermione watched the exchange with half a smile as well. She hated that the one person that Ana was calling daddy was the one person she had hoped would never be "daddy" to any of her children. But it was a beautiful sight just the same.
"Goodnight darling," she said with a smirk. "Blaise, Monsieur Deville," she inclined her head to both men before walking out of the dinning room, daughter trailing closely behind.
After a few more minutes of idle chitchat, Blaise Zabini excused himself for the night and proceeded to walk to Draco's study to floo home.
"I would very much like to see your library Monsieur Malfoy," Monsieur Deville stated as they made their way up the stairs. Draco smiled as he led Monsieur Deville into the Malfoy library, which was located just across from his room. The library was enormous and filled with books and tomes. Its size and the amount of books it held could rival that of even the library back at Hogwarts. Draco was surprised Hermione hadn't visited that particular room yet, seeing as it was right next door to her room.
Monsieur Deville grabbed a book and sat down on a chair close to the fireplace. With a flick of his wand, he had gotten a fire started. Draco bid goodnight to the man and walked out of the library, not bothering to close the door.
Just then, Hermione walked out of Anna's room and crossed the hall, seemingly unaware of both Draco's presence and the large library that was open for all to see. Draco glanced from the form of Monsieur Deville sitting in the library with a book in his hands to Hermione crossing the hall to her room and back to Monsieur Deville again. He quickly grabbed hold of her wrist and dragged her back across the hall, headed for his room.
"What the-" Hermione started but was cut off as Draco tightened his hold on her. Monsieur Deville looked up at Draco and Hermione. Draco smiled at him and inclined his head before moving backwards into his room, still holding Hermione's wrist.
As soon as the doors closed Hermione wrenched her hand out of his grasp and glared at him, rubbing her wrist with her other hand.
"What was that all about Malfoy?"
"What do you think Granger?" he stated. "Monsieur Deville would have seen you going into your room, and how would it look to him if we didn't even share the same room?"
Hermione remained silent, glare still in place. She sighed then rolled her eyes. "Fine," she began, "we'll just wait until he calls it a night."
They waited in silence for at least thirty minutes before Draco quietly opened the door, only to be met with the sight of Monsieur Deville still reading in the vast library. He shut the door and turned to her.
"He doesn't seem to want to leave," he said as he walked to the bed.
"So what do you expect me to do Malfoy," she said as she whirled around to glare at him.
He shrugged his shoulders as he moved his blanket to get into his bed.
She glared daggers at him. "Fine," she said before turning and walking to the door. Her hand was on the handle as Draco came up behind her and pulled her away from the door.
"What do you think you're doing?" he hissed.
"Messing up your plans," she replied haughtily. "Goodnight Mr. Malfoy." With that she turned back to the door, ready to open it.
And again Draco pulled her away.
"I've worked too hard for it to all go down the drain right now," he said slowly, a silent rage bubbling within him. How dare she even think of messing up this opportunity for him?
"What should I do Malfoy?" she half screamed. "Sleep in the same bed as you?"
"No," he stated, a smirk gracing his features. "You sleep on the couch while I sleep in my bed."
Her glare seemed to grow, if at all possible. The nerve of that cocky little bastard. "You foul piece of Slytherin scum!" she
yelled as she poked his chest with her index finger. She started walking forward, causing Draco to walk
backwards. "I can't believe I ever
agreed to help you! You're still the
same slimy, no-good-'
Her ranting was interrupted by a knock at the door. Thank heavens Draco thought as he maneuvered himself away
from Hermione and toward the door. He
opened the door, only to close it again.
He turned to look at Hermione who was still glaring at him and who
seemingly had steam coming out of her ears.
He opened the door again and smiled at the late night intruder.
"Monsieur Malfoy," Monsieur Deville started, peaking over his shoulder to look at the still very angry Hermione. "I heard some yelling, is everything all right Monsieur Malfoy?"
Draco forced a smile. "Yes," he answered quietly. He coughed and cleared his throat. "Lover's spat."
Monsieur Deville smiled knowingly and winked as he bid goodnight and turned to leave. Draco shuddered at what Monsieur Deville could possibly be thinking. Randy old man.
He turned around to face Hermione only to find that she was still glaring at him, arms crossed and foot tapping impatiently. Goodness she was the most stubborn witch he had ever had the displeasure of coming across.
After a few moments of silence Draco finally spoke up. "Fine you take the bed and I'll get the couch. Happy, oh Lady of Malfoy Manor?"
She smiled mockingly at him. "Very."
After Draco dressed for bed, Hermione walked into his bathroom, only to come across another problem. What will she wear? All her clothes were back in her room.
"Um Malfoy," she called out from the bathroom.
He sighed. "What is it now Granger? Are the lights too bright for your liking?"
She rolled her eyes. Stupid prat. "I have nothing to wear," she stated, not even bothering to answer his second question.
Draco stood up from the couch near his fireplace and went through his closet, mumbling and huffing all the way. He returned to find the bathroom door open and Hermione waiting expectantly on his couch. Now she wants the couch he thought as he handed her one of his shirts and a pair of old pajama bottoms.
"Thank you," she said as she took the clothes from his hand and went back into the bathroom. A grumble and grunt was all she got in reply.
He settled down in the less than comfortable couch with a pillow and blankets. Moments later, Hermione walked out of the bathroom with the obviously too large clothing and her hair cascading down her back. Since her hair was up the whole evening, Draco didn't notice that Monique had managed to tame the girl's locks, if just for that one night. Seeing her in his oversized clothes and her chocolate brown tresses falling over her shoulders made her look younger, like a little girl getting ready for bed. It was endearing. It was times like these that Draco forgot she was a 26-year-old single mother of a 5-year-old child.
He turned his head and shifted so he faced the back of the couch instead of Hermione.
Hermione silently got into bed and made herself comfortable. Draco's bed was huge, warm, and very comfortable. She snuggled deeper into the blankets and smiled to herself.
"Goodnight Malfoy," she said just before falling asleep.
It seemed to fall on deaf ears. It was silent in the room, except for the breathing of Hermione and Draco. Then…
"Goodnight Granger."
**Borrowed from the fic "The Bachelor" by Fluff. Good fic, y'all should read it.