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Chapter 9 -=-=-=-=- Dinner with the in laws

Hermione looked up into the eyes of Lucius Malfoy. His steely grey eyes bore into her own. Suddenly her phone rang.

"Mum? Mum, what's going on? Calm down. What do you mean they're dead? What, all of them? Even Henry? Mum, please stop crying? Did any of them survive? None? Well you're going to have to rule for now, I'm still at school, and I'm unmarried. Look, Mum, I can't rule Britain at the minute, I'm still in school. I need to go, Mum, I'm visiting my boyfriends family. I'll call you after dinner."

Draco looked at Hermione, a bewildered expression in his eyes. His family's were the same.

"They're dead, all of them, a mass murderer killed all the royal family, including my brother. I'm not ready to be Queen, Draco." Hermione burst into tears, dropping her bag.

"She'll sleep in my room tonight. Mother will you pass me her bag, I'll unpack while she has a bath to calm her nerves."

Hermione sniffled as Draco led her up the huge marble stairs to his bedroom.

"Here, Hermione. Sit, I'll run you a bath."

"No, Draco, I don't need a bath. Can I just freshen up and dress like I'm supposed to? Like a queen." Hermione said. "What am I going to do about school, If someone finds out I'm the bloody queen of England, I'll be toast."

"So? Dress important, get better revenge on Ron."

"I stopped caring about revenge this morning Draco, when I found out I'm the next bloody Queen of England!"

"Just get changed. Let me pick something, I know what my family will like, OK?"

"Fine, I'll be doing my make up. You pick a dress."

While Hermione was in the bathroom, Draco was busy unpacking her seemingly bottomless bag. He had gotten past the dresses and had reached her underwear, the lacy contraptions were too much for him to bear, every time he looked at one, he imagined Hermione wearing one. He put the current one away and walked into the bathroom, only to find Hermione in the bath.

"Thought you said you didn't want a bath?"

"I changed my mind, why are you in here?"

"You were taking a while, Your Highness." As soon as he said that, her face went red with fury and she got out of the bath and stormed over to Draco, pushing him against a wall.

"Never call me that, I'm still the know-it-all mudblood you despise." she growled.

"Dear sweet Granger, I do not despise you, I only ever envied you." He whispered in her ear before placing a passionate kiss on her lips. She responded by pushing her naked and soaking body against his. And the rest, as they say, is history.


"Holy crap, I shagged royalty!" Draco exclaimed as they lay panting on the bathroom floor.

"Draco, will you do me a favour? Will you aid a Queen in securing the safety of the throne?"

"Can't refuse a queen. What do you need?"

"I need to get married before I can rule." Hermione looked away from Draco as she said this, obviously uncomfortable with the question.

"Let me get dressed and think about it for a bit Mione, it's a lot to ask of an 18 year old Slytherin. And I know it a lot of pressure to put on you, but you're a Gryffindor, Godric would be proud. Your dress is on my bed." He got up and left. Hermione got up too and went to put on her dress, Draco had picked her favourite one, the Slytherin one.


"Mother! I need an engagement ring, pronto!" Draco called to his mother, he had told her all about Hermione, she would find one that suited her best.

"My, my Draco. Rushing a bit?"

"I'd prefer to wait, father, but she needs my help in securing the throne, if she doesn't get married soon she can be queen, then we may end up with a completely evil one."

"Right, dinner will be ready in ten minutes. Lucius, go sit down, Draco, go get Hermione, and here, I got this from the safe, it changes to suit the wearer." Narcissa clambered into the foyer ordering people about like she was the queen, but, no, that was Hermione. Draco was starting to fall for the curly haired witch.


"Hermione?" Draco knocked on the door quietly, then looked inside the door, Hermione was curled up on the bed, crying.

"Hermione? What's wrong?"

"Nothing, I just miss my brother." Hermione said quietly. In truth, that wasn't the reason, she had believed that after that amazing endeavour, that Draco would do this one favour for her, Godric only knew that she would do anything he asked now. She knew that she had fallen for him.

"I got you something." Draco pressed the ring box into her hand. "That dress looks good, by the way. You better come down soon, dinner will be ready in five minutes."

"Thanks, Draco, I'll come down with you." Hermione got up, placing the ring on her finger.

They walked in silence down the stairs and into the dining room. Hermione gaped at the huge amounts of food spreading the table. There was chicken, gammon, fish, beef, even a whole roast centaur.

"Feel bad for the centaur." Hermione muttered.

"Don't, it tried to kill me last month."

"Oh," Hermione decided to change the subject quickly. "So, Narcissa, how quickly can you pull together a wedding, and a coronation?"