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At ten o' clock the floo ignited and Jasmine stepped out of the green flames and into Draco's living room. The scene before her eyes was too cute for words. On Draco's couch lay a sleeping Hermione snuggled with Maggie and Leo, who were also sound asleep, and in Leo's case snoring a bit.

In the arm chair next to the couch sat Draco rubbing his eyes after being woken up from the sound of Jasmine coming through the floo. Their eyes connected and Jasmine smiled wide at him pointing towards the sleeping trio on his couch. Draco's eyes went to the couch and he smiled before turning his gaze back to Jasmine.

"How'd it go?" He whispered, as to not awaken the sleeping beauties on the couch.

"It could have been worse." Jasmine shrugged.

The night had gone just as Theo had suspected it would, but despite his assurances beforehand, Jasmine had been anxious about the whole night.

"Relax, Jasmine. Even if she wanted to hurt you, she wouldn't do it; she's never done anything for herself." Theo said as the two of them stood before the fireplace, each with a handful of floo powder for their trip to the Nott ancestral home.

Jasmine said nothing, but before she lost her nerve she stepped into the fireplace, threw the powder down and yelled out her destination. When she stepped out of the large marble fireplace at the Nott mansion, she was surprised to see a dark haired woman waiting right before the fireplace watching and assessing her. Jasmine knew she had to be Theo's mother; they had the same hair color and the shape and color of their eyes were also the same. Besides that though, there really was no comparison. Everything about this woman spoke of coldness and hatred, whereas Theo radiated warmth.

Thankfully before either witch could speak, Theo came through the floo, noticing that his mother and fiancé were, for lack of a better phrase, staring each other down. At his arrival his mother's gaze left Jasmine's and focused in on her son. Jasmine noted, however, that her eyes never changed. In Jasmine's experience, the sight of any Mother's child was enough to transform their face and more specifically their eyes. Mrs. Nott looked at her son as if she could care less.

"Theodore." She acknowledged coolly. "Your fiancé was rude and did not introduce herself to me."

Theo rolled his eyes, "Mother, this is my fiancé, Jasmine Bishop."

"Bishop?" Mrs. Nott inquired interestingly. "I didn't think she was a pureblood."

Jasmine shook her head, "I'm not. My Father's father was a Bishop."

Mrs. Nott nodded her head, "That's right; he married a mudblood. I am a bit rusty on French pureblood history. Are you French?"

"No, my Father is and was raised in France, but he met my Mother on a vacation in England and when they were married they decided to live close to my Mother's family. I went to school in France though." Jasmine answered.

"Who is your Mother's family?"

"She is a halfblood."

"I figured as much." Mrs. Nott rolled her eyes. "Who is her family?"

"The Potters. Her father was a pureblooded Potter."

"You're related to Harry Potter?!" Theo asked in surprise, turning his astonished gaze on Jasmine.

"Distant cousins. Our Grandfathers were first cousins."

Mrs. Nott cleared her throat rudely, effectively drawing all attention to her once again. "Well, both good families. Why they strayed so many years ago when pureblooded prospects were much better than they are now is beyond me. I can only thank Merlin that you are not another mudblood and, therefore, I will actually have grandchildren that are worthy enough of carrying the Nott name. Not as worthy as pureblooded grandchildren would be, but it is becoming impossible for purebloods to have children; even I acknowledge that."

"Maggie is a halfblood just like me! Why does that make her less worthy?!" Jasmine cried hotly, her emerald eyes flashing at the ever cool Mrs. Nott.

"Yes dear, but both of your parents came from respectable pureblooded families. Not only was Maggie's mother nothing but a muggle, but insanity ran in her family from what I've heard."

"With every offense intended, Mother, what makes you think that we would let you around our children, let alone Maggie, anyway?"

That comment finally broke her cool façade as a look of surprise crossed her features for only a moment before she gained control again, however, both Theo and Jasmine had noticed anyway.

"I have a certain right-"

Theo scoffed, cutting off her words effectively, "You weren't even interested in me: your pureblooded son. Why would I submit any of my children to your lack of interest? You will have no say in their lives. The only reason I told you about our upcoming marriage was as a courtesy so you wouldn't find out through gossip channels and the newspaper. Frankly, though, you didn't deserve this courtesy."

"If you ever want this mansion and the wealth that comes with it, you better hold your tongue Theodore Nott."

Theo grinned, "I could care less. Disown me; I've been investing my allowance for years and have built my own wealth on that."

Jasmine was just as surprised as his mother; however, she had known that at the beginning of Draco's company Theo had invested anonymously. She had no idea how much he had made off of it, but given the fact that Draco's company was very successful and the amount of money in Theo's vault, she was pretty sure they would be set for the rest of their lives without any of his Nott fortune.

"Then again, who would it all go to if not me, Mother?" Theo asked cruelly. "Oh that's right, that cousin of Father's that not only moved to America, but married an American muggle!"

At this point Jasmine was nothing more than a bystander in this little soap opera, however, it was all quite intriguing. Theo had never said much about his Mother, so a lot of the gaps in her knowledge of Theo were being filled in with this little drama.

Mrs. Nott sighed, "You're right, Theodore. I would rather it go to you than that traitor. Let's stop this talk and enjoy dinner, shall we?"

The rest of the night had passed by in relative silence, which was both a blessing and a curse, as it was extremely uncomfortable sitting in the large dining room with nothing but the sound of their cutlery on their plates.

"Well, I better get back to Theo; he had a rough night." Jasmine sighed as she moved towards the couch.

Being careful not to wake Hermione and Maggie, Jasmine carefully extracted Maggie from Hermione's side. Both of them stirred slightly as Jasmine gathered up the little girl, but both readjusted; Hermione snuggling into the couch further and Maggie into Jasmine's shoulder.

"Thanks again Draco; I'll leave you with the other two sleeping beauties." Jasmine whispered and headed back inside the fireplace.

Once they were gone, Draco stared down at the couch wondering what to do. It was a Saturday night, so Hermione wouldn't have to be at work the next day, and she seemed comfortable, so why wake her? He summoned a blanket, and after draping it over her, left her and Leo asleep on the couch and sought out his own bed.

Xxx

The next morning Hermione woke up to the strangest sensation. Something rough and wet was on her face. Realizing what it was, Hermione jerked up quickly, dislodging the puppy that had been licking her face and leaving a trail of slobber that thoroughly grossed Hermione out.

"Leo! Gross!" Hermione cried furiously wiping her face off with the collar of her shirt.

"Good morning sleeping beauty; it seems that your prince kissed you out of your slumber." Draco laughed as he walked into the living room.

Leo ran over to him excitedly and looked up at his master expectantly.

"You need to use the bathroom boy?" Draco asked.

Leo gave one bark in reply.

"That's a yes. Granger, I've got to take him out; I'll be right back and then I'll make us an omelet."

Hermione just nodded in response and watched as man and dog headed out of the flat together. Throwing the blanket off of her, Hermione stood up and stretched. An entire night on the couch hadn't exactly been a good idea for her joints; especially her back. And since she was due for her potion, it was even worse. Unfortunately her potion was at home and she was much too stiff to want to apparate or floo home.

So, plopping back down helplessly, Hermione waited for Draco to return with Leo. When the two of them returned Draco looked at Hermione curiously, wondering why she was pretty much in the same position he had left her in. She wasn't that lazy was she?

"I'm stiff and sore; my potion is at home and the night on the couch made things worse." Hermione explained at his look.

"You can't move?"

"Not really."

Draco nodded, "Okay, here's the plan. I'll make us breakfast and once we've both eaten I'll help you home and get that potion in you. Is that agreeable?"

Hermione just nodded her reply and watched as Draco went to the kitchen to begin their omelets. She was getting to a point where she looked forward to and even craved those omelets of his. Especially on mornings when faced with nothing but a bowl of oatmeal and some fruit. The fact that she didn't insist on getting her potion first was also a good indicator of how much she loved Draco's signature omelet.

"Leo, are you hungry?"

One bark followed Draco's question.

"I'm telling you, Granger. That dog is intelligent; there's no way he's just some ordinary dog."

Hermione raised a skeptical brow, "Did you train him to respond like that?"

"No!" He denied hotly from his position in front of the stove. "He did that all on his own! Leo, go to Hermione."

Hermione waited and listened intently to the sound of Leo's nails clicking on the wood floor as he pranced up to where she was on the couch. Once at her side, he sat down and stared up at her expectantly. Amazed by what she had just witnessed, Hermione reached out and petted Leo's head fondly.

"Okay, so maybe he isn't average." Hermione admitted.

"Which means that…" Draco prompted with a grin.

"That you were right." Hermione admitted grudgingly.

After that Draco had finished making the omelets and the two of them had quietly eaten their breakfast together on Draco's leather couch. Once the dishes were in the sink and Leo had been fed, it was time to figure out how to get Hermione back to her flat the easiest.

"Okay, I think the best way to do this is pick you up and go through the floo so you don't get jarred around." Draco said as he stood before Hermione with his hands on his hips.

Since she was sitting down, his stance immediately drew her gaze to what was at eye level: his crotch. He was wearing a pair of dark muggle jeans and she was pretty sure that the slight bulge she noticed wasn't just fabric. Blushing furiously and hoping he wouldn't notice, Hermione glanced away and tried to compose herself before looking up into his eyes. Of course when what he said sunk in, she was horrified. After staring at his crotch and making predictions about certain parts of his anatomy how was she supposed to let him carry her in his arms!?

"Hermione, were you listening?" Draco asked with a chuckle. The thought of Miss Hermione Granger not paying attention was funny; especially to the person who had watched from the other side of the room as her hand shot up at every opportunity back at Hogwarts.

"Um, yes. That sounds like the best way to do it."

"Alright then."

Steeling herself she watched as Draco bent and slid his arms under her knees and back. Then the next thing she knew she was being lifted and pressed against Draco's surprisingly firm chest. She had to admit; she never thought Draco would be capable of carrying her. However, if she remembered back to that morning at the pool he did look fit enough.

Since his hands were full, Hermione reached out to grab a handful of floo powder and when they were inside, threw it down and yelled out their destination. Draco walked out of her fireplace and placed her on the couch next to where her bloody cat lay watching them lazily.

"Where's your potion?" Draco asked.

"In the cabinet above the bathroom sink. You know what it looks like and since there's a whole shelf full it will be hard to miss." Hermione instructed.

Standing before her sink Draco felt a little odd that he was actually thrilled to be able to see inside her sink. Did that make him creepy? No, he was simply curious as to what was inside her medicine cabinet. He knew that Jasmine's contained makeup, tooth care items, and pain potions, but would Hermione's?

Upon opening the cabinet door Draco was faced with pretty much the same thing as Jasmine's. Although, there was less makeup and more tooth care items, which made sense considering her parents were dentists. Sure enough, on the top shelf were multiple bottles of their potion, and after grabbing one Draco shut the cabinet, his curiosity satisfied, and headed back out to Hermione.

Crookshanks had curled up on Hermione's stomach in his absence; the witch stroking his fur and murmuring to him all the while. Draco rolled his eyes and glared at the orange fur ball before handing the potion to Hermione with a smile on his face. He had no idea what there was to love about the cat, but because Hermione loved him, he would try his hardest not to sick Leo on him next time they were in the same room.

"Thank you, Draco." Hermione smiled after swallowing the contents of the potion.

Draco watched her curiously, wondering how long the potion took to work on Hermione. About two minutes later, Hermione brushed Crookshanks aside and stood up, stretching her now fine muscles languorously.

"That's so much better." Hermione sighed in relief.

"That should be our next ad campaign for the potion."

"What? My being unable to move comfortably?"

"Yeah!"

Hermione narrowed her eyes, "I just did an ad. I think we're good for now. Besides, most of the people that need the potion have already bought it."

Hermione was right, but Draco didn't bother to point that out to her. Instead he headed back to the fireplace, sensing that Hermione was ready for some alone time after a very long day yesterday.

"Well, thank you for helping with Maggie."

"No problem; thank you for helping me home. I'll see you later."