(A/N OMG! I'm completely psyched out that I finally found out where everyone gets Lemon Drops from. Because the whole time I was reading the series I never recalled hearing about lemon drops. But it's in the American Version! For the Americans who have no idea what I'm talking about, Dumbly offers people Sherbert Lemons in the British Versions of the books [which are the main versions sold in Canada
That completely made my day, and I feel quite happy to write this story. So I might not have updated in 5 months... I pretty sure this story isn't very popular but if it is then REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW! I don't know if people like it or not, and I'm not going to continue if it's not going to be read! I mean 8 reviews for 3 chapters kinda sucks. Hope you like it!
And remember, when Hermione and Draco are in public, she is called 'Serena' because that's her alias but when they're alone she's still Hermione. And don't forget about Hermione II, her niece.
AND THE RATING HAS CHANGED FROM T TO M... I've decided to add some racier stuff to this chapter. Some Sex, be warned, but I'd like to keep a bit of a plot. And remember I'm writing Hermione slightly OOC, you'll notice she has more attitude now and I started that in chapter 1) Again, REVIEW, REVIEW, REVIEW!
"That wasn't nearly as much work as I thought it would be. I mean, the Ravenclaws seem to like the new me just as much as the old me, and you have a permanent spot in the Hufflepuff hearts for the whole muggleborn smuggling business. Gryffindor was intense but well enough and Slytherin was just..." Hermione trailed off as she climbed into her bed beside Draco. He stared blankly at the wall and she looked at him concernedly. Hermione took his hand and squeezed it as she kissed him softly and laid her head next to his. The Polyjuice had long since worn off and he was glad to feel her bushy brown hair.
"I'm sorry... I wasn't thinking about how much harder this is for you. I'm so stupid sometimes..." She said meekly. He cocked an eyebrow and smirked.
"Hermione, dear, I don't think it possible for you not to think. You don't know how to not think, your nose is always in a book." He said laughing. After seeing her expression dim a little bit, he rushed to add, "No, no I think it's sexy! I can have intelligent conversations with you, unlike the whores I dated in Slytherin. I mean Pansy Parkinson was a nice girl some days, but I think she's gone spare..." He smiled as he kissed her again.
"And Hermione, this day was hard on you as well. You haven't seen any of your old friends in a year and then you're surrounded by them all at once. That's overwhelming. And sitting at Gryffindor, listening to all of them talk about you. If your niece wasn't there you probably would have given something away. I know I would have. I knew all these people were all coming back. And it's only been a couple of months since I've seen them, and I was betraying them for a long time before that. I knew they weren't really my friends. Death Eater's don't have friends; they have business contacts and accomplices. You were a fun living Gryffindor."
"Well if it is okay to say, this day was still much easier than I'd expected it to be. I mean I could feel the shield chains activating about three times a minute in the Slytherin common room. Nott and Avery looked furious when they realized their hexes weren't working. And you think my know-it-all qualities are sexy?" she said playfully, running her hands on his chest. He smiled and pulled her closer while flipping them over, obviously relieved to have moved onto some of his more preferred topics of discussion.
"Hermione, I think everything about you is sexy. The way you bite your lip when you're concentrating or like what I'm doing in bed, the way you smile right after I kiss you, the way you get all nervous and jumpy when you're uncomfortable, and the way you take everything in stride, and act as it its nothing at all. I love the way you look first thing in the morning, right after we've had really good sex all night long; all wild and untamable curls and swollen lips and love bites on your neck and shoulder. It's by far you sexiest look and I'm glad I'm the only one to get to see it." he said as he kissed his way form her ear lobe down to the top of her nightgown, which he began to slowly lift over her head.
She moaned his name and her fingers found the buttons on his shirt, and expertly opened them, without ever opening her eyes. The rest of their clothing was shed rather quickly, and once Hermione's bra finally hit the floor, Draco looked down at her and felt the all too familiar sensation of arousal.
She looked like an angel, a very naughty angel. Her curls were already starting to rebel a bit and her bottom lip was between her teeth in a wickedly innocent way. Her soft curves and generous body were toned and tanned, and he particularly enjoyed the tan lines, left over from the week they spent in the south of France for their honeymoon. They reminded him of how she had spent the week in little more than a swimsuit.
She opened her eyes, confused as to why he was stopping. Draco smiled down at her; he could almost feel her eyes boring into his. They stared at each other for a full minute before she realized that he was contented in staring at her for the moment, and began to pout.
"Don't start something you won't finish Malfoy. I want this now." She growled as she grabbed his shoulders and crashed their lips together. His hands started to roam her body and he felt her wetness. He plunged into her swiftly, surprising her and smiled on her lips when he felt her gasp.
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"Draco! Wake Up! It's nearly 7:30! We're going to be late if you don't hurry up!" Hermione's panicky voice came from the bathroom. He groaned.
'Typical, she's terrified on being late. The fact that she finally back in a world she left a year ago doesn't scare her in the least, but breakfast tardiness does.' He thought, chuckling slightly.
He stretched his arms and rolled his shoulders as he rose from the bed. He softly padded into the bathroom and gave her a swift kiss on the cheek before climbing into the shower.
"Hermione breakfast doesn't end until 9! Why are you so worried about missing it? The later you come, the more you throw them off. And every one of those Slytherins knows I don't show up till its near over. Tomorrow if you let us sleep in until around 8, we can be there around 8:55 and grab a quick breakfast and rush to class. Half the school decided to grab breakfast within the 5 minutes before class. We'll blend in babe." He said over the sound of the water. He could hear her click her tongue in impatience.
"There is hardly anyone about during the beginning of breakfast. The few early risers are all either in their common rooms doing homework or one or two of them might be in the Great Hall and they keep to themselves. And being surrounded by a lot of busy people and being nearly alone are not the same thing. If we face the big crowds it will just give your housemates a chance to try and do us in."
He rolled his eyes at her logical and well thought out answer. 'She can't even pretend she wants more sleep and she's incapable of giving an illogical answer. This is going to be a long year…' He said smiling. He climbed out of the shower and began to get dressed when he saw a glint out of the corner of his eye. He turned to it and smirked, sliding it into his pocket.
When he walked into their common room, it was not Hermione Granger he was looking at, but Serena Malfoy.
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"The House Tables! Draco, we're in different houses! Are we even allowed to sit at he same table? I don't want to eat every meal by myself! You'll be poisoned if you sit at Slytherin! Oh, I have to talk to Professor McGonagall!" Hermione said shrilly as they entered the near-empty Great Hall.
"Yes, Dear." Draco said, smirking. He knew McGonagall would have absolutely no problem with them sitting at the Gryffindor table because she knew of their unique circumstances. 'Serena' rushed up to the Head Table and began started to mildly freak out; she was looking around worriedly while gesturing wildly and talking to McGonagall, who flashed her a brief smile, nodding and obviously giving her an affirmative answer.
As 'Serena' made her way back over to the doors she was panting slightly but looking extremely relieved. She grabbed his hand and dragged him to the Gryffindor table, much to his dismay.
'I knew I'd be eating here, but blimey I never thought I'd be sitting with Potter for breakfast. I wonder why he's up so early; Hermione said she practically had to carry him and the Weasel down to breakfast some days.' He wondered, as he watched Harry walk down into the hall sleepily. 'Serena' was busy buttering her toast when he nudged her and nodded towards Harry, who had yet to notice them in his semi conscious state.
She squeaked a little bit, but covered it up with a cough when a first year gave her an odd look. Her bulging eyes were darting from Harry to Draco, when Harry finally spotted them.
"..Malfoy?" He asked carefully, now seemingly fully awake.
"My wife doesn't want to eat alone, and McGonagall said to pick a house table; we figured the amount of Gryffindors who want us dead is only a fraction of the amount of Slytherins, hence here we are." He said smoothly. He could almost feel Hermione relax.
"Well. This ought to be an interesting breakfast. Have you always gotten up this early? I was under the impression that you were always 'fashionably late' for everything." He said, smiling slightly to cover up the awkwardness of their first civil conversation.
"I could say the same about you. Didn't Granger all but carry you and Weasley to breakfast most days?" he asked innocently, receiving a sharp kick from 'Serena'. "And Serena decided she wants to get up at some ungodly hour every morning." He said eyeing her.
"Yeah, Hermione used to be our alarm clock, but we're on our own this year so I'm going to try and wake up really early every morning. It's going to be so different without her this year. I never realized exactly how much she did for us. I mean everything from making sure we had clean uniforms to doing half out homework to dragging us to the library. I mean I doubt Ron would have ever found it if Hermione didn't nearly live there." Harry chuckled weakly, but the laughter did not reach his sad eyes.
'She better do half of my homework…' Draco thought.
He opened his mouth to speak when he was cut off by 'Serena'. "Oh my god, oh my bloody fucking good lord! Oh where is it, what did I do with it.." She was frantically looking around, lifting up plates and looking under the table.
"What is it, dear?" He said with an evil smirk. She immediately got up from where she was kneeling on the floor and looked at him, terrified.
"Malfoy, please tell me you found it and you're only teasing." she said, some what desperately.
"Whatever have you lost, babe?" he asked again, in the same taunting voice. "If you tell me what it is then maybe I'll tell you if I found it." Harry was looking in between the two slightly confused, but amused (A/N I didn't mean for that to rhyme) none the less.
'Serena' squeezed her eyes close, clenched her fists, and gritted her eyes closed as if she was about to be screamed at by an angry Professor. "My... wedding ring." She said slowly, cracking one eye to see his reaction. Harry's eyes bugged out and he looked at Draco, who grinned.
"Why yes dear. Imagine my surprise when I was stepping out of the shower this morning and I happened upon this lovely ring. I began to think 'I should take this lovely ring to my wife' when I realized she already owned it!" he said mockingly, and he slid the ring onto her finger. Harry laughed, and 'Serena' melted back into her seat, gazing at the ring on her hand.
"Next time, just tell me I left it in the bathroom instead of scaring the bloody crap out of me. I could die a premature death if you give me a heart attack Mr. Malfoy."
"What's a heart attack?" he asked, looking utterly bewildered.
"Oh, I forgot what a clueless prat you were, Drake. It a muggle affliction that can kill you." She said with a Malfoy smirk.
"I got that much thanks, but what does it actually consist of?" He said in a sarcastic, but good natured way.
"I'm not arguing with you again. In order for you to understand it, you have to realize that your heart pumps blood throughout your body, not magic. You won't believe, and I'm not getting into that debate again." She said looking at him sternly.
"I am a wizard, and you are a witch. I don't know how muggle's bodies work but our bodies run on magic. That's what every tutor I had as a child told me and I don't see how it could be any different!"
'Crazy woman. How can a blob of tissue pump blood of its own accord? I suppose muggles must have some sort of system to it though. Maybe their bodies run off of electricity!' He thought.
"Is that really what wizards were taught?" Harry asked, startling Draco. He'd nearly forgotten that Harry was sitting in on their argument.
"Yes, everything runs off of some sort of magic. Some magic is raw, and it doesn't have to be molded or manipulated to perform, like the magic that pumps blood throughout our bodies but most of that is rare. We wouldn't learn any of that here of course, it's ridiculously complex. No one quite understands it." he said simply.
"Oh. I never thought of that. Sounds interesting though." He said, looking thoughtful.
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"Draco, we don't have all the same classes! Why didn't I think of this? I'm taking NEWT level Herbology and Arithmacy! I'm going to be all alone!" 'Serena' whispered looking terrified.
"Serena, you'll be fine. No one suspects you, we'd know if they did. I mean Gryffindors we're never known for their subtlety, were they? They'd storm in here demanding to have you checked for the Imperius curse and makes us take Veritaserum or something like that. We're fine, love." He said soothingly, coaxing a smile form 'Serena'.
"I'm still nervous, but you are right. Harry and Ron would be at you with bludger bats."
"Hey, I have classes lone as well too. Muggle studies and Divination." He said mildly, "oh don't give me that look; Divination is an easy subject if nothing else. I swear with that old bat I spent the first 5 years predicting Potter's various deaths; it was a guaranteed pass because she did the same thing three times a week. She told me I had all the makings of a Seer." He said laughing. 'Serena' couldn't help but crack a smile at the absurdity of it.
"Well, I'm off to Herbology. Wish me luck and I'll see you in Transfiguration next period." She said, giving him a chaste kiss on the lips and walking off. He sat there for a full minute before he realized that he was still sitting at the Gryffindor table, getting weird looks from those sitting around him. He picked up his bag and wandered off to Muggle Studies.
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"Weasely." Draco said nodding in greeting to Ginny Weasely, who was sitting across the table from him. She looked surprised to see him in a class about muggles, because in order for to someone qualify for a NEWT level class, you had to have been taking that class since third year.
"Malfoy. No offence but I never pegged you for a Muggle Studies kind of guy. Would that not have blown your cover as a blood traitor?" she said smoothly, cocking an eyebrow. He could tell she was challenging him, trying to see how he would react to openly being called a blood traitor. She obviously didn't fully believe he had changed.
"My father's idea actually. 'Know Thy Enemy' or something like that. I actually enjoy this class. Its rather interesting, kind of like hearing about a fantasyland." He said mildly, trying to sound vaguely friendly. She snorted and gave him a look that plainly said she doubted he enjoyed anything about muggles. He was saved from replying by the new professor walking in. She was an older woman, wearing a stern expression to give even Professor McGonagall a run for her money. This was quickly replaced with a grandmotherly expression as soon as she began to talk.
"Good afternoon class, and welcome to seventh year Muggle Studies. Is anyone here taking this class because it was mandatory last year? No? Good. As I'm sure you all agree the teaching of this class last year was despicable, as was the running of the school as a whole. I would like you all to forget anything and everything you were taught about muggles last year. This year will be an accelerated program, combining the 6th and 7th year programs. I know it sounds like a lot of work, but in light of the circumstances, your NEWT exams will be revised to only cover the topics discussed in class. Now I understand that many of the students here are repeating their 7th year; since many of you won't know each other, why don't we take this time to get to know one another?"
"Well Malfoy, as a Gryffindor, I am inclined to believe that every word that comes out of a Slytherin's mouth is horse shit. Now even though the word on the street is that you're a blood traitor who saved a bunch of muggleborns, I've yet to see any proof not that I've really gone looking. To satisfy my own curiosity, can anyone other than you or your wife back up your story? And I'm not just being nosy; there are a lot of skeptics in Gryffindor, and if some one were to back them up your story, then that would help you out a lot." Ginny said evenly. Draco sighed
"You want names? I'm sorry to say, I don't know how many of them are actually back here but I can name off a few that I saw last night. Robert Gray, he's a third year Ravenclaw; Yvonne Hornby, 2nd year Hufflepuff; oh, and one of your own, Hermione Granger, the little one." He said softly. Ginny's eyes widened and her hand clapped over her mouth. Draco smirked inwardly; they had thought of this and planned for Hermione Jr. to back up his story for all non-believers.
"Hermione's niece was captured? Was she badly hurt? Oh my god, she's only a first year, how did they find her?" Ginny asked, horrified.
"I assume they picked her up in diagonally. It's not hard to tell she's a muggle born. Probably wearing muggle clothes, point things out to her parents, not to mention she's Granger 8 years ago. She wasn't the only one who was captured like that." He said grimly, meaning it. Before they could continue their conversation the door flew open and 'Serena' came running in. She stopped, panting, in front of Draco, eyes wide with fear.
"Draco, we've got to go. The board of trustees is coming for a 'tour of the school'; which basically means you father is coming to hunt you down."
(A/N Was Lucius Malfoy kicked off the board of trustees? I can't remember. Oh well. He's still on in this story. REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW! I don't know if anyone likes this story!)