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Hermione smiled into her tea mug. She had just woken up in Draco Malfoy's arms. He had rolled over with a "good morning beautiful" and kissed her, despite her protests about morning breath. She showered at night but he preferred the morning so she had made breakfast and tea in her pajamas while he claimed her shower.

A knock sounded on her front door. She looked through the peephole and her eyes widened at the sight before her. Ron stood on her front mat nervously. She opened the door. He held out a single rose to her. "I'm sorry." He confessed. She took the rose and disappeared into her flat, leaving him standing there. She put it in water and returned to the door, still not saying anything.

"I was a git." He started. "Malfoy and I have never been best friends and you two looked so close already, so soon after our breakup, and it hurt. But I love you, always have and always will, so I won't just be polite to Malfoy. I'll welcome him with open arms." "Oh Ron." She replied before launching herself into his arms.

"Want some tea?" She offered. "Please." She turned to pour him tea and realized that she couldn't hear the shower anymore. "Damn." She cursed under her breath. Sure enough, Draco emerged seconds later and both wizards froze at the sight of each other.

Ron got to his feet and Draco stayed where he was, unmoving and wary. Ron threw out his hand. "Let bygones be bygones?" He questioned. Draco's eyes moved to Hermione. "Of course." He grasped his hand. "I'm still allowed to call you Weaselbee right?" "Only if I'm allowed to call you ferret."

And that's how Draco Malfoy and Ron Weasley had ended up in Hermione's living room playing an amicable game of chess. Harry had arrived about ten minutes later to 'remind her about Ginny's bachelorette party' which meant he was escaping wedding planning for a while.

She had invited him in and he had almost fallen over at the sight before him. He took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes. "Am I dreaming?" Ron and Draco scowled at him. "Ha ha." Draco commented dryly. After an intense two hour game Ron beat Draco, but only barely. Harry and Ron had stayed on the couch while Draco helped Hermione make lunch in the kitchen which was visible from their position.

They watched as Draco bopped Hermione in the nose with a spoon covered in peanut butter and she retaliated by dropping jam in his hair. Adopting a thoroughly offended look, the blonde tickled Hermione. She squirmed and through him off of his goal by pulling him in for a kiss.

Ron felt a song being forced through his throat and his brow furrowed in confusion as he began. (A/N: Hermione is normal, Draco is bold, Harry underlined, Ron italicized.)

I can see what's happening. What? And they don't have a clue. Who? They'll fall in love and here's the bottom line, our trio's down to two. Oh. The sweet caress of twilight there's magic everywhere, and with all this romantic atmosphere, disaster's in the air. Can you feel the love tonight, the peace the evening brings, the world for once in perfect harmony, with all its living things.

So many things to tell her, but how to make her see, the truth about my past, impossible, she'd turn away from me. He's holding back he's hiding, but what I can't decide, why won't he be the [man] I know he is, the [man] I see inside.

All four of them joined in for the last chorus. Can you feel the love tonight, you needn't look too far, stealing through the night's uncertainties, love is where they are. Hermione and Draco stared at each other but nothing happened. They ran out to the living room. "Did we break the curse?" Hermione questioned. "I'm pretty sure you didn't." Harry informed her. For one thing, there would be a huge demonstration of magic since you guys are the most compatible couple on earth." Hermione blushed.

"And for another," Ron began. "You would know. I did when I sang with my soulmate." Hermione's eyes flashed dangerously. "Excuse me? Your soulmate. You know who she is and you've already sang with her?" "Yes?" Ron responded nervously.

"And you have the nerve to tell me Draco and I were moving too fast after we broke up?!" All three males winced. "I'm sorry Mione, but this only happened a couple of days ago and Daph and I decided that we would sing together but continue to take it slow despite the fact that we acknowledged we would be together forever."

"Daph?" Draco questioned. "As in Daphne Greengrass?" "Yes." Ron agreed. "Wow. Good for you two." "I'd like all of you to meet her, Ginny too, before I introduce her to the family so I can have backup when they realize I'm marrying a pureblood." Draco almost fell over in shock.

"I beg your pardon?" Ron grimaced. "The bias can go the other way too Malfoy, and my parents want us to marry out of love, even if that means our line stops being pureblood. After what my grandparents did to my mom when she married a 'blood traitor' our dad has never wanted any of us to marry a pureblood."

Draco looked shell shocked by this news. "Wow. I guess that makes sense though." Hermione harrumphed in annoyance and they turned their attention to her. "I'm still mad I didn't know about her until now." "No one did Mione, and we weren't exactly on speaking terms." "Your fault." She informed him. He grinned. "I know."

She hugged Ron and Harry suddenly. She smiled at their perplexed looks as she ended it. "Our trio will never be down to two." They smiled at her. "If it could survive Harry proposing to his best friend's little sister it can survive my dating the 'enemy'." Harry snorted and it turned into full blown laughter until none of them could breathe.

"So dinner with Daph tomorrow?" "We can't." Hermione informed him. "I promised Draco I would meet his friends. So it's into the snake pit for me tomorrow." Draco rolled his eyes at her. "They're not so bad. You'll love them." Ron frowned. "Can everyone make tonight?" "Yup. Ginny and I are up for anything that gets us away from wedding planning." Harry agreed.

Hermione snorted, knowing that to definitely be true. She exchanged a look with Draco. "We're in." She agreed. "What if we meet at my flat?" Draco suggested. "I can cook for everyone." Ron raised his eyebrows skeptically. "No he's an amazing cook Ron. He could give your mother a run for her money." "Alright." He agreed. "Tonight then. I'll tell her."

Harry and Ron left shortly after and Hermione apparated back to Draco's flat with him so he could start dinner. She sat at his modest kitchen table watching him cook. "What are you making?" She questioned. "Chicken parmigiana. It's the only somewhat fancy dish I can make in such little time." "We have five hours until dinner." She said skeptically.

"Hermione darling, it needs meat but most meat takes too long to cook, it's England and therefore raining which means I can't barbecue, and I only have chicken. You just relax and look pretty." He smirked in challenge. She adopted the same smirk and his heart almost stopped at the sight. He was very proud, but she also looked way too sinister for his liking.

"You know," she began, "there's nothing hotter than seeing my man cook." He shivered at the intensity of her gaze. "Oh you're good." He said before sweeping her into his arms. She grinned into his mouth and he pulled away almost instantly. "However, I really do need to finish this before they come." She mock pouted and he snorted softly. "We can finish this later." She smirked again. "Perhaps. Do you have any books on pureblood customs here? I'd like to have some sort of idea of what they're like before you teach me."

"I do actually. For running my father's business." He performed a stasis charm on the food before going to get the book. He deposited a thick text in front of her and smiled fondly at her delight. "Bookworm." He teased warm-heartedly. She stuck out her tongue at him. "Rich boy." He rolled his eyes. "I'm living in a flat just like you." "Yeah but have you seen your dining room table? And you have an upstairs!"

He shrugged and turned back to dinner. After a couple of hours he turned around to look at her and was met with quite a sight. Hermione was completely absorbed in the book. Her eyes had taken on a faraway look and a range of emotions were covering her features as she read, absentmindedly turning the pages. He knew that nothing short of an explosion could deter her.

He shook his head and smirked as he 'accidentally' dropped a pan which made her shoot out of her chair, wand pointed at the offending object. He chuckled. "Sorry love." She glowered at him as he smiled sweetly back at her. "What was that for?" "You know what it was for." He replied and she chuckled. "Wow I actually got to you." She looked genuinely surprised and he frowned.

"Of course you did. Don't you know how attractive you are yet?" She blushed and looked down. "Cuz you should know that you're bloody gorgeous and I don't compliment lightly." She was saved from a reply by a knock on the door. "I'll get it." She practically shot out of the chair to greet their guests.

Ginny and Harry had arrived first with a bottle of Ogden's Old. "Hey Mione!" Ginny greeted cheerily. "Someone's chipper." She remarked. "Excited to be away from wedding planning." Harry grinned. Hermione rolled her eyes. "You chose to have a ceremony." "Only because Mum would have our heads if we didn't." Ginny stated.

"Hey Draco." Harry greeted. "Hey." He replied. "We so got lucky didn't we Hermione?" Hermione threw her a questioning look. "There's nothing hotter than a man who cooks." "So I've been told." Draco smirked. Harry scrunched up his nose but Ginny looked like the cat who got the canary. "Have you been?"

Hermione shot him an irritated look. They were saved once again, this time by the arrival of Ron and Daphne. Daphne greeted everyone politely and hugged Draco. "Good to see you Daph." He murmured into her hair. Hermione ushered them into the dining room where the food was ready.

"It's lovely to meet you Daphne. Ron seemed quite smitten when he talked about you." Ron's ears turned red but Daphne smiled easily, unruffled. "Did he now. I have to say I'm quite excited to meet all of you as well. Ron talks about you all the time." "Good things I hope." Harry joked. Ron snorted. Harry glared at him. "So Daphne what do you do?" Hermione inquired. "I'm a potioneer, I supply Slug and Jiggers as well as Potage's and some things in Magical Menagerie."

"Really? That's fascinating. I know that Professor Slughorn will be retiring soon in case you were interested in applying for potions master." Daphne took on a pensive look. "You know, maybe I will. If I don't get it than no harm done and if I do I can still supply potions while teaching, just not as many. Although I don't know if I ever want to go back to Hogwarts."

The mood turned somber. Everyone nodded in understanding. "Enough of the gloom." Daphne announced. "Draco this food is amazing." Ron nodded in agreement. "Mione was right, you could give Mum a run for her money." Draco nodded appreciatively and uttered a "thank you", knowing how much that praise meant.

After good food and a little too much wine, Ginny had decided to go for it and could barely walk, their guests departed. Ron and Daphne took the floo while Harry side-alonged Ginny since she was in no fit state to apparate herself.

Draco sighed in relief. "Finally alone." He smiled. He turned to Hermione and his eyes took on a fiery quality. "Now, where were we?"