A/N: So I think I'm nearly finished... for sure... Yeah... I'm sure! Anyway I know it's only been three days but mehh why keep you guys waiting?!
Domestics
"Pansy…" Blaise started, but was cut off by a booming voice.
"You heathen child!" Wilbur Parkinson's voice echoed through the chamber, students scattered as the man strode towards his daughter, who had been in Harry's arms moments before.
"Father! No!" Pansy yelled but had no time as he struck her across the face, sending her sprawling back onto the hard stone.
"You are no daughter of mine!" He yelled and raised his wand at Harry. "Saint Potter." Spittle flecked the younger man's face as Wilbur yanked him in, wand tip pressed into Harry's adam's apple. "I would happily kill you for what you have done to my so called daughter." He turned back to Pansy who was now being supported by Draco, Blaise and Hermione. An ugly leer spread across Wilbur's face. "You father Draco, is currently trying to reason with that old windbag of a teacher but just you wait until he sees you with that mudblood!" He was wildly furious but so was everybody watching, other students had vanished when Pansy had been smacked by her father, all in attempts to find teachers. Prefects and older students had moved the younger ones on, out of harms way; this didn't need others getting hurt as well. Anyone remaining had their wand drawn but was unsure of what to do.
"Don't you dare..." Draco started to say as Hermione let go of Pansy and shot a full body bind at Wilbur Parkinson. He dodged it and dropped Harry to the floor, shoving him in the stomach for good measure. The dark haired boy scrambled away, his body protecting a shell-shocked Pansy as he whispered soft words to her. Draco had murmured to Blaise who vanished in a blur of colours that went unnoticed by the furious father. Ron had pulled Astoria behind him, she had started shaking, her own attack was too fresh in her memory and she clung to the Weasley. His brow was furrowed, wand was drawn as he glared at She didn't miss out on Wilbur's venomous tongue.
"To think you traitor I let you into my house! You sullied your blood line and now you've corrupted my daughter. Whilst the Weasleys." He said their name the way most would say 'dog shit' "Well they may be purebloods but they might as well be squibs. After everything your parents did for you, even Daphne bless her sweet soul tried to correct you in your heathen ways but well you are the black sheep of your family Astoria Greengrass, you don't deserve to have their blood run in your veins!" Wilbur Parkinson wasn't finished yet, he turned back to his daughter again.
"You're too much like your mother you pathetic little child. LOOK AT ME!" He roared and grabbed Harry's shoulder again, throwing him bodily out of the way and the boy skidded on the rough stone floor, back whacking into a pillar pain ricocheted through him and he collapsed. Wilbur advanced. "Your mother was always a good for nothing little bitch as well." Hermione shot another spell but again Wilbur deflected it, his own quick wand-work had Hermione bound on the floor, Draco tugging at the cords to free her. "The pair of you are pathetic, but I taught your mother well, I taught her how to be a good society wife for the purebloods and I can damn well teach you as well!" His wand raised but then he froze, cheeks bulged, eyes showed serious pain and he toppled onto his daughter who struggled to push his weight off him.
"I knew your father was a windbag but that's quite enough." Maia's voice was strained and cracked so slightly but she was there, in all her crumpled beige glory. Pansy had never moved so fast, locking her mother in a hug, ignoring the slight crowd around them as teachers rushed to the scene; Snape had limped in, assessed the scene and then with a quick nod from Maia had bound the unconscious man in a length of cord as well. Madame Pomfrey followed, her anxious clucking noises drew Pansy away from her mother and rushed to Harry's side.
"I'll be okay." He whispered. "Go to your mum." He groaned again as Pomfrey's wand tip pressed into his spine.
"He'll be okay." Madame Pomfrey had murmured as Pansy reluctantly drew away. Ron was whispering comforting words to Astoria and Ginny had come back, breathing hard from running to the Headmistress' office.
"Are you okay?" She panted clutching her chest as Astoria hiccupped, tear tracks staining her cheeks. "Let's get you somewhere warm." Ginny groaned, attempting to calm her racing heart. "The kitchens." She led the pair away, the chaos of the Hall meant the three were able to slip away relatively easily.
Draco had severed the cords that had pinned Hermione to the floor and now had her currently wrapped in his firm arms, his fingers tangled in her hair and he pressed his lips to hers hard. When they finally broke for air he was confused to see her smiling.
"Don't ever put me in that position again." He growled and held her close once more.
But for all the seemingly relieved chatter there was a cold, emotionless voice that broke through the hubbub.
"So it's true." Draco tensed, his arms tightened even more so and he looked his furious father in the face.
"Yes it is. If you want to go the same way as Wilbur, feel free." Draco's voice was calm but no-one could deny the threat in his words was not an empty one.
"Wilbur thought with his wand and not his brain. I just want you to know you will be completely cut off from my inheritance." Lucius sneered, he barely even looked at the curly haired witch. "I can't have you ruining my reputation."
"You did that already Mr Malfoy. Long before Draco was born." Hermione stepped from Draco's arms and stared up at the older man. "I didn't fall in love with Draco for his money Mr Malfoy. I am not pureblood as you people seem to want to remind me all the time. I am a mudblood as you so eloquently put. Did you know terms such as those are not heard in polite society, so I think of you as somewhat of a guttermouth Mr Malfoy. I think you're pretty pathetic to be honest, I don't want Draco for his money, I want him for his heart, his soul and his love. All three of those top whatever figure you may have in Gringotts." Hermione's speech made Lucius' face turn at least three different colours, first red from anger, white from embarrassment, and blue because Draco was fairly sure he had stopped breathing.
But Draco didn't care whether his dad took another breath. Hermione had just admitted that she loved him, she didn't just lust after him like her power had made her do, she truly loved him. His heart was doing backflips and there were fireworks going off behind his eyes.
"I love you too." He whispered and she turned with her own elated smile, a smile that made his heart leap to his throat and his groin tighten ever so slightly, a smile that promised sex, love and happiness.
Lucius meanwhile had gained his breath and his wits and snarled, breaking up their moment.
"My My Draco, I remember meeting Miss Granger in your second year, I remember you raving about the bratty little know it all and what a disgusting girl she was." The older man's eyes were alight with menace but Draco barely looked at his bitter father.
"I was wrong. On so many levels." He grinned again and turned to stare at his old man. "Go away Father. You're not wanted here." Draco sneered, looking just like his old self and Lucius was taken aback to see such a look of disgust aimed towards him.
"I gave you life you pathetic boy. I gave you a home, a glory, a name to be carried on and you throw it all back in my face by declaring your love for this buck toothed bitch?" Lucius's voice was a hiss now, reminding Harry of his own altercation with the man in his second year.
"You may have given me life, but you never gave me a home, you provided a house there's a difference. You gave me the curse of carrying on the Malfoy name, a curse I don't want to share to Hermione, so maybe we'll double barrel our names huh?" He turned back to the witch in his arms who gave a snort of laughter.
"If that was a marriage proposal keep thinking Draco. It's got to be better than that." She smiled and pressed her lips to his once again. Neither of the smooching couple saw Lucius flick his wand from its holder, they didn't see him surreptitiously aim it at the pair, no-one did. But someone heard his intentions and drew own wand from behind her ear. A slight frown on her face at having been absent for the arguments between parents and being unable to defend her friends Luna stepped forwards whilst Blaise stared at her confused.
"Petrificus Totalus." Her light voice carried across the room and people stopped what they were doing as Lucius fell to the floor with a clatter. She stepped over his prone form and smiled her dreamy smile. "It's not nice having people attack you from behind is it Mr Malfoy?" She tucked a stray lock of hair behind her own ear, moving one of the radishes by accident. "Silly little man, too many nargles." She skipped over him and back to Blaise who chuckled at her.
"Mia dolce piccola Luna." He whispered and she smiled up at him.
"Can we go and feed the Thestrals?" Despite it being cold outside and there was somewhat of a brisk wind, Blaise couldn't help but resist that cute little face especially when she worried her lower lip in the way she did. He nodded and the pair slipped away to get their cloaks.
"Well this is a mess." McGonagall's brisk voice broke up any romantic moments that were lingering. "We will discuss this in the morning, Mrs Parkinson, Miss Parkinson if you'll follow me I will arrange somewhere for your mother to stay the night Pansy. Pansy that is the way to the infirmary… Mr Potter will be just fine without you tonight…" She looked at the young woman's pleading face and relented. "Very well, please join me in my office tomorrow morning after breakfast, Mrs Parkinson this way please."
"Professor Sprout and I will move the two men Minerva." Snape said silkily looking down at his feet where the two men were paralysed. "I will OWL for the Aurors to arrive tomorrow morning as well."
"Miss Granger, Mr Malfoy, please move along, I will see you in my office tomorrow morning, I suggest you find Mr Weasley and Miss Greengrass and inform them they are also to be punctual tomorrow." McGonagall's last order rang out across the entrance hall as the crowds wearily dispersed. Finally after Maia was settled in a guest room Minerva collapsed into her office chair and saw her twinkley-eyed predecessor beaming at her. "If I thought it was remotely possible Albus, I'd have said you'd have planned this!" She scolded the portrait who simply chuckle back but added nothing more.