Death of Moonlight
Chapter Fourteen: Ties to Kisses
Draco gulped. The crooked structure loomed above him like an angry giant and he could almost feel the glares that were soon to be shot his way.
"Malfoy, they're going to have to accept us. I mean it's either that or basically die so they really have no choice." Hermione tugged him an inch closer as he stood heels in the dirt, wide eyed at the Weasley home.
"That doesn't mean that they aren't going to tear me…us…down every chance they get Granger," he said his mouth frowning.
"Can't a Malfoy handle a little ridicule?" she said again pulling on him to make him move forward.
"I thought so, but twenty five weasels at once is a little intimidating, wouldn't you agree?" he took a small step closer to the house.
"Draco it's only Sunday lunch, then we can go home," she urged with wide brown eyes, looking up through her long lashes.
"Bloody Hell. Fine, let's get this over with," Draco straightened his spine, standing up proudly before draping a long arm across Hermione's slight shoulders.
She grinned to herself and shook her head. It would be an interesting lunch to say the least.
The door was opened before they even reached it, a small girl in a pale pink dress running up and launching herself into Hermione's already waiting arms, "Victoire!" Hermione squealed. The toddler giggled and squirmed in the witch's tight grasp saying, "aunt Mione!" over and over before wiggling back to the ground and running back towards the house.
Watching his fiancé/destined with a baby in her arms should have scared the living crap out of Draco, but to the contrary seeing her with the blonde little girl made his blood boil. And the longing to have a child, to have a child with her…that's what scared him.
Suddenly the door was spilling red, with a couple blondes and dark headed people managing to slip in between.
"Hermione…" Ms. Weasley said pointedly, "…we're so glad you have you back for Sunday dinner."
"Draco and I are so glad to come," Hermione stared up at Draco watching him smirk.
"Er, yes…well come on in," Mr. Weasley said, watching as his wife scowled as Draco pulled Hermione tighter to his side.
The dining room had been magically increased to that everyone could sit at the long table. Mr. Weasley said Grace and they were all invited to dig in. Everyone passed around the food quietly, the awkward silence in the room thick.
Draco and Hermione sat down as Draco observed everyone in attendance quickly.
Harry was shooting him sympathetic looks as Ginny glared daggers, hand unconsciously placed over her slightly bulging stomach. A red headed man with thin glasses, Percy, he assumed was observing he and Hermione with interest while a mousy brown haired woman sat timidly next to him staring into her lap.
Hermione turned to her right and began to speak quietly with a burly man whose hair was short, and his arms filled with small burns. Draco's fingers traced circles on the tops of her arms, his arm still slung around her shoulders. Hermione's conversation seemed to break the tension as everyone began to speak to everyone else.
Everyone except Draco. Draco heard Hermione say the man's name, "Charlie."
In the chair next to him sat Flur who gave him a bright beautiful smile, she seemed to not have a problem with him. Her husband however, was shooting Draco dark glares from his spot two seats down, the blonde child sitting happily in the middle of her parents.
Across from him sat George and his girlfriend Angelina, the twin was whispering lowly into his girlfriend's ear as her dark skin tinted red. Draco smirked at them knowingly. Draco's eyes briefly skimmed over the little boy sitting between Harry and…Ron.
Their eyes met and to Draco's surprise there was no hostility in the opposite man's eyes, only longing and understanding. Draco gave Ron a small nod before turning his eyes back to Hermione, watching as her face lit up with laughter as George said something from across the table. Draco smiled, she was so beautiful.
"HEY! New guy! Why are you looking at Aunt Mione like you've gone barmy!?" the little boy said, sitting up tall in his seat, his hair turning a strange shade of green.
The table gasped, all turning to stare at Draco.
Draco slowly removed his arm from around Hermione and folded them across the table, before staring intently at Teddy, smiling slightly.
"Well little cousin, it's because I care about your Aunt Mione very much," Draco replied.
"Oh. Cousin?" Teddy said cocking his head.
"Yes, your mum was my cousin, so that makes us cousins also," Draco said, through the rest of the table's silence.
"Oh, that's cool. Can you do any tricks?" Teddy asked still trying to gage his opinion on the stranger.
"Sure, hold my wand so you know I'm not cheating." Draco handed his wand over to the little boy who fingered to wood gently and set it on the table reverently.
Draco without breaking eye contact with Teddy snapped his fingers once, and from Teddy's cup flew thousands of tiny blue butterflies that flew upward before bursting in a bright light and falling to the floor and table as silver glitter.
"Whoa wicked!" Teddy said poking at the glitter, "I like you cousin!" he gushed.
"I like you too Teddy," Draco said taking a bite of his meal as if nothing had happened.
The Weasley family stared as Teddy continued to gush to Ron about the "wicked cool" trick Draco had done. Their mouths dropped when Ron smiled and said, "It sure was wicked Ted, maybe Mr. Malfoy can teach me sometime."
Ronald gave Draco a tentative smile as Draco grinned back. Hermione blinked her misty eyes, an suddenly Draco felt accepted into the family as they all began rapidly asking questions about the transformation.
Hermione squeezed Draco's hand, and he smiled at her happiness.
He concluded that the Weasley's weren't as bad as he had thought.
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"God Draco! Stop being such an ass!" Hermione yelled as the blonde man lounged on her couch.
"Well if you would stop telling me what to do all the time I wouldn't have to be a prat, now would I?" he said with a sneer as she appeared in the door way, hands on her shapely hips, a glint in her golden eyes.
"I just asked you to get me a drink of water as I was getting ready for bed for Mirlin's sake!? Is running tap over a glass to hard for your fragile pureblooded hands? Or is that mudblood work?" she sneered, mouth in a hard line.
He was off the couch in a flash, pressing her into the wall, his mouth inches from hers.
"Don't call yourself that!" he hissed.
"Well, that's what you think don't you?!" she lifted her chin in defiance. His hot minty breath fanned across her face, as her chest brushed against his with every breath.
"That's what you think that I think about you?" he snarled, taking one hand and brushing it along the top of her tank-top, making her shiver and goose bumps erupt across her chest and arms.
She tried to turn her face away from him, angry at his immature behavior.
"Yes. We're only with each other because we have to be!" she lied heavily, still not looking him in the eyes.
"Hermione…look at me," he pulled her chin to look into his eyes. He moved his hand to cup her face, she closed her eyes against his touch. "Look at me." She stared into his stormy grey eyes as he stared back into her golden ones. Thinking exactly how beautiful he thought she was.
"As a Malfoy what I'm about to tell you is going to make me sound like a total sap, but you need to hear it."
She gulped her pulse pounding as he trapped her against the wall.
"I think you are easily the most gorgeous woman I have ever seen…" he let one hand flow though her long loose curls, the other still cupping her face, keeping her eyes to his.
"This means your body…" he dipped his head and placed a kiss on her pulse point, lips lingering against the throbbing skin. "…and your mind," he leaned up and pressed his lips against her temple, smiling against her pale skin as she sighed. "And your soul." He heard her gasp as he swooped down and placed a lingering kiss at the swell of her breast.
She cupped one hand around the back of his neck, the other resting lightly on his chest as she pulled his face up to look into hers.
"Draco…" she sighed as she pulled him in for a kiss, his mouth moved gently against hers as they melted against one another.
"I love your spirit," he said against her lips. His hand skimming down her side and hip to pull her thigh up and hook it around his hip, pressing her further into the wall before kissing her neck.
Hermione breathed heavily against him, helpless under his touch.
"I love your intelligence," he tugged at her hair so that her head fell back with a moan, leaving her neck open for more kissing. She gasped, her chest heaving against his.
"I love your laugh, and temper," he said gripping her hips and pressing himself against her tightly before claiming her mouth once again. Her mouth opened against his and he pushed himself against her, until there was no air between them.
"But lastly, I think I'm in love with you Hermione Granger," he whispered against her lips, looking into her eyes unsurely.
She stared at him in shock, her mind battling logic over and over in her brain until the room was spinning. But she silenced her mind, and spoke from her heart. "I'm in love with you too Draco," she whispered.
They kissed again, soft and slow, heated and passionate.
Everything a kiss should be, a kiss that no writer can explain even with the hundreds of fairytales written about it.
A kiss of true love.
When they pulled away they heard a pop and a slip of paper landed on the floor at their feet. Draco picked it up and read quietly.
'task one complete.'
sorry for any mistakes in this chapter, I was just trying to get it out sense it had been so long since an update. I have such a crazy life this year, but I miss you! so I hope you enjoyed the chapter and I would love a review..it would make my life. :) Cupcakes for all readers!