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"James? Where are you?" Ginny cried impatiently, walking hurriedly through the house.
A slipper came off her delicate foot and she cursed aloud.
Continuing to curse under her breath, she looked in the rooms and backyard.
Frustration bubbled to the surface.
The naughty toddler was getting better at hiding then she was at seeking.
Harry put down the Prophet at the sound of his wife screaming for their son at the top of her lungs.
Ginny's voice cut through the air and Harry felt himself flinch.
He heard a small giggle and then chuckle.
Looking for the source, Harry looked under the table to find James hiding, holding onto his toy car.
Harry could not help but smile at his little scamp. The happy child held onto his father's leg.
It was either time for a bath or breakfast.
The two tasks always had the toddler running away with an irritated and flustered Ginny chasing after.
Harry looked down and smiled sympathetically, James smiled back, firmly hugging his leg,
Merlin, he did not have the heart to rat out his son.
Ginny rushed into the room, her red hair wild, strands sticking to her forehead.
Turning to Harry, she narrowed her eyes and glared, "Have you seen your son?"
Harry swallowed and returned to the Prophet, he hated Ginny's piercing glare, it went straight to his soul and not in a good way.
He cleared his throat and replied cautiously, "No love, I haven't seen him, did you err…check the backyard?"
Ginny rolled her eyes exasperatedly as if she did not check there first.
She eyed the bottle of wine longingly, she needed a drink, a nice glass of red wine.
It was nine am.
Draco stood rooted to the spot; his hands balled into fists.
His inner Slytherin cried out…open it. and he almost gave in to the devil on his shoulder.
He battled his inner demons, the urge to open the message and read what the fucker wanted, and to not invade his girlfriend's privacy.
Looking over at her sleeping form, he sighed lovingly.
Draco trusted Hermione with his life but he had no trust in the fucktard.
"No, step away, she will never forgive you," he silently told himself.
He took deep breaths to calm himself.
Fighting back the urge and the rage, he apparated quickly before a moment of weakness could tempt him any further.
Back in the comfort of his own space, Draco stood in his immaculately clean kitchen and drained a cool glass of pumpkin juice.
Pushing the text message to the back of his mind, he concentrated on more important things.
Draco had been meaning to talk to his mother about Andromeda and Teddy receiving their due.
It gutted him that Teddy was not living the life he was supposed to.
Perhaps, it was the life he lived that made him such a wonderful kid, but they could do with a few luxury comforts and Draco wanted to see it done.
He was the sole heir to the Malfoy inheritance and last male in the Black bloodline; pureblood nonsense had conveniently forgotten the existence of Andromeda and Teddy and he intended on fixing that grave oversight soon.
Teddy carried Black blood, Draco would set things right. The boy deserved his share of the inheritance.
So what if Andromeda married a Muggleborn? He planned on doing the same and from what he had heard, Ted Tonks had been a likeable and decent man.
Draco wished he had met Ted Tonks.
The fucking war had ruined all their lives. They were the lucky ones to escape with an only life-altering scar.
Hermione and he were both branded. The thought him made his blood boil and surge forward engulfing him in a pure hot rage.
His mind kept darting back to the little closed envelope on Hermione's phone.
The text message kept playing back, it was driving him insane.
What need did that fucktard have to message his girlfriend so early in the morning?
Shaking his head, Draco composed himself.
With purpose, he went looking for the Batman t-shirt he came for.
Rummaging through the cupboard made him frown, he made a mental note to get rid of unwanted shit.
Success!
There it was hidden behind his old Quidditch jumper, a black t-shirt with the Batman logo in black and silver.
Tossing his Quidditch jumper aside, Draco folded the t-shirt neatly and tucked it inside a bag, along with a pair of faded jeans and Nike trainers.
He ran his fingers through his blonde locks wondering if he needed a haircut. Strands fell across his pale face and one got in his eye.
Absentmindedly, his fingers grazed an earlobe. An earring had always appealed to him, but he was a Malfoy and a Malfoy did not defile their body.
His father had been fond of the phrase, Draco eyed his Dark Mark in disgust this shit was the exception.
At Hogwarts, the three young Slytherins had gone through a body piercing phase.
Draco thought back fondly to their fifth year or was it the sixth year?
"She has a piercing where?" Blaise asked excitedly, his eyes almost bulging out of their sockets.
He tried to grab the Muggle magazine from Theo's hand.
Towering over Blaise, Theo held it out his reach and Draco came from behind and grabbed it.
"What the fuck man?" Theo protested loudly trying to get it back.
Draco turned the magazine at an angle, staring intently at the explicit picture, he grimaced and said, "That must have fucking hurt."
Scrabbling to his feet, Blaise stood behind Draco craning his neck to get a better look.
He whistled and said awestruck, "Merlin, these Muggle women have guts, that's pierced right through her nipple."
Theo licked his bottom lip and winked, "Wouldn't you love to flick your tongue across it."
Draco laughed and with a smirk, Blaise shot back, "That's your kink mate, not mine."
Hermione passed by the empty classroom with Ginny and Theo yelled out, "Granger you got piercings?"
She threw them a look of disgust and hurriedly walked off.
Theo watched her departing figure and sighed.
"So, boys' piercings," Blaise roared unable to hold his excitement.
Pansy turned her head their way at the mention of piercings and walked over.
Leaning casually against the hard chair, Draco shook his head, "Fuck no! My father will kill me."
Theo frowned, "It must suck to be a Malfoy."
Pansy stepped over his stretched legs and blew him a kiss and winked.
Draco grinned, "It has its perks."
"Are you boys getting piercings?" Pansy asked sucking vigorously and suggestively on a sugar quill.
Moving the sugar quill to her cheek, she used both her hands to lift her shirt.
More to Draco than the others, her midriff on show.
A small white stone glistened against the sun in the classroom.
Reaching over Draco ran a finger along the stud and Pansy whimpered at his touch.
Blaise stared in disbelief, "When did you get a belly button ring?"
Glancing at Pansy, Theo rolled his eyes and went back to skimming through the obscene Muggle magazine.
Looking Draco over, she replied hotly, "Over the summer, I've been meaning to show it to you, Drake."
He eyed her lazily, "Sure Pans, maybe on Friday."
Her eyes sparkled excitedly, she dropped a quick kiss to his mouth and left the classroom.
Theo pipped up, "Blaise you in?"
"HELL YA! LET'S DO THIS!" Blaise bellowed, making the other students jump.
They stood in the prefect's bathroom and Theo took out his wand, aiming the tip at Blaise's earlobe.
"Don't fuck this up Theo," Blaise said, his voice cracking with fear.
Smirking, Theo muttered, "Don't fucking move."
Blaise closed his eyes shut and grimaced, it was done.
He ran his finger through the permanent hole and diamond stud that appeared.
Checking himself in the mirror, Blaise laughed, satisfied by how it looked.
"Come on Theo, your turn," Blaise said, taking out his wand.
"Like I would let you do it," Theo replied with a laugh and turned to Draco.
Blaise sneered and cursed, "Fuck you!"
Moving close, Draco made the small hole and an identical stud appeared on Theo's earlobe.
Given the circumstances; it did look better on Blaise.
Exchanging high fives, they grabbed their bags off the bathroom floor and stepped out into the corridor full of students changing classes.
Their happiness was short-lived.
Black robes swished dangerously as Snape came towards them hurriedly.
The boys cowered in his presence, without hesitation the Potions Professor caught them by their collars, yelled at them harshly for behaving like Muggle delinquents, and docked Slytherin for twenty house points each.
Theo and Blaise groaned and tried their best to sweet talk the furious Professor, but this was Snape, there was no changing his mind.
Draco roared with laughter, the scent of lavender and rose distracted him and he took a deep breath.
He heard the sweet giggle.
Hermione saw him looking, she averted her eyes shyly and clutched her books tightly to her chest.
Stupid bloody Gryffindor, he thought annoyingly but he turned to look at her again.
Coming back to the present, he stifled a laugh and drained the butterbeer in his hand.
Draco sighed with happiness and sadness.
Happiness for his love
Sadness for the friend he lost.
His sudden daydream cost him two hours of his precious time.
Swinging the bag over his head, Draco went back to Hermione's.
She was in the kitchen humming to herself clad only in a white t-shirt and cotton knickers.
Her buttocks moved with the rhythm to her hum.
Turning around with a cup in hand, Hermione almost dropped it at the shock of seeing Draco standing in the middle of her living room, staring at her.
Clutching her chest, she let out a sigh of relief and said, "Merlin, I didn't hear you.'
Dropping the bag on the couch, he jogged over and picked her up in a tight hug claiming her lips.
He tasted the cinnamon of the tea she was having.
Keeping her firmly in his arms, he said, "You're in a good mood."
Putting her arms around his neck, she pressed closer to his body and whispered, "I have every reason to be in a good mood."
He bent to kiss her eagerly.
Breaking away Hermione finished her tea and started on breakfast.
Cracking four eggs into a bowl, she whisked it the Muggle way, adding bacon bits to the mixture.
"Hermione?" Draco spoke cautiously.
She concentrated on whisking, and replied, "Hmmm..."
He looked at her intently and asked bitterly, "What did he want?"
Her whole demeanour changed, the fingers holding the whisk tightened around the handle.
"Who?" Hermione asked innocently.
Shit….
Draco narrowed his eyes, taking in her nervous state, and replied irately, "You know who love."
Her body language was pissing him off and making him anxious.
Turning to face the obviously annoyed man, Hermione cocked her head to the side and responded crossly, "You checked my phone."
He laughed, low, deadly, and said, "If I did, I would not bother to ask you what it said, I would just hammer his fucking teeth it,"
Hermione rolled her eyes and reached over to grab slices of bread.
"Show me," Draco demanded, his temper getting the better of him.
The phone rested on the counter to her right, she pointed to it with her chin.
"Knock yourself out Malfoy," she replied with indifference and returned to making breakfast.
He took the phone in his hands and read the message, his eyes clouded over with anger.
I need to be honest with you. Meet me at the Ministry at ten am.
Draco threw the phone down on the counter roughly and Hermione cried out in protest.
Honest with you? Meet? What the fuck?
"You're going to go, aren't you?" He asked her accusingly.
Hermione did not hesitate, "Yes I am."
He threw his hands up in the air exasperatedly, "Unfuckingbelievable!"
She tried to reach for his hand, "Draco, please darling just calm down."
Laughing maniacally, he replied furiously, "My girlfriend wants to rendezvous with an American fucktard!"
And then added, his grey orbs clouding over with a haze of darkness, "Why the hell would I calm down?"
"Why are you acting so weird about it?" Hermione asked, staring at Draco wide-eyed.
Again, the maniacal laughter, "Oh, am I?"
Rolling her eyes, she returned to soaking the bread in the egg mixture and told him sternly, "Just stop Draco."
He turned her around, the batter dripped off her fingers to the floor, "What the fuck is going on with you and this arsehole?"
Her eyes followed the mess now accumulating on the floor.
Red hot anger rose within her body, hovering waiting to consume her.
She replied through clenched teeth, "It's nothing, just a meeting."
Draco had always been possessive except when it came to Theo but right now, he was being fucking ridiculous.
Her nonchalant attitude towards the American sent his temper spiralling out of control.
Leaving Hermione standing in the kitchen clutching onto a slice of bread, Draco strode towards the living room and angrily fished out his clothes for the movie and pulled the Batman t-shirt over his head while she watched dumbfounded.
Smoothing the t-shirt, he took out his wand and snarled, "You know what Granger, go! I have a fucking promise to keep.
Hermione softened her gaze and pleaded, "Draco please don't leave, let me explain."
His anger remained, "What the hell is this game you are playing with this man?"
"It's not a game, there's something else going on with him," Hermione confided quickly.
Draco narrowed his eyes and yelled, "I don't fucking care, he wants to fuck you!"
Sighing, Hermione washed her hands and walked over to Draco, placing her hands on his chest, she whispered lovingly, "I love you; this is a work thing."
"Ya whatever. If I ever see his smug face, Ill punch his fucking lights out," he replied seriously, his eyes boring into hers.
Pushing Hermione back gently, Draco suddenly left.
She stared at the spot previously occupied by her boyfriend miserably.
Abandoning breakfast, she dragged her feet to the bathroom and ran a tub full of water.
Adding a rose-scented bubble bath to the water, she swirled it around with her hand.
The small space smelt of freshly cut roses.
Stripping, Hermione lowered herself into the water and gathered the bubbles around her.
Lying her head back, she sank into the comfort and bliss the water offered.
Random thoughts plagued her mind.
Was it a trap?
Could she trust Ryan to behave?
Hermione knew it was a risk, but she would be well prepared.
Lathering herself with the loofah, she pulled the plug and got up to wash.
Draco, she thought sadly.
Blaise watched his best friend pace around his living room in anger, wearing out the expensive carpet his grandmother had gifted him before she died.
He caught words like, fucking American and bloody know it all.
Fed up with watching, he spoke, "Mate, what the heck is going on?"
Sundays were sacred, it was God's day and his bloody day to sleep in.
"There's an American fucktard hitting on her at the office!" Draco hissed unpleasantly.
Blaise recalled his conversation with Hermione, that was weeks ago, "Fuck, is he still trying his luck?"
Draco stopped pacing and stared at his friend in surprise.
"How the fuck do you know about him?" Draco questioned.
Blaise looked uncomfortable, "She mentioned it weeks ago."
"She told you and not me?" Draco asked indignant and furious.
Blaise rolled his eyes and replied sarcastically, "Can't imagine why."
"This isn't a fucking joke!" He roared crossly.
"Stop behaving like a bloody child, do you trust Granger?" Blaise asked sternly.
"Of course, I trust Granger, it's the American fucktard I don't trust," Draco responded through clenched teeth.
"Then fucking leave it, Drake, Granger knows what she is doing," Blaise told him firmly.
Draco scowled in frustration.
"What's with the Batman t-shirt?" He asked trying to shift the conversation.
Moodily Draco hung his head, "I'm taking Teddy to watch Batman Begins."
Blaise perked up, "Fucking awesome, hang on mate, I want to come too."
Draco stared after his friend rushing down the corridor to the room.
He shook his head and sighed.
Hermione arrived outside the Ministry with minutes to spare.
She had decided against using the Floo network.
It was deserted except for a few wizards completing their work.
They acknowledged her presence with curt nods.
Taking her wand out and holding it firmly in her hand, she cautiously approached Ryan's temporary office.
Her heels clicked against the floor and magnified through the empty floor.
Taking a deep breath, Hermione stepped into the small space and he looked up and smiled brightly.
"You came," he exclaimed happily.
Hermione frowned, ignoring her Ryan walked around the table and out the door, he glanced at her and asked, "Well, aren't you going to follow me?"
She followed him at a safe distance, and it became clear they were heading towards the Minister of Magic's large office.
Her fingers tightened around her wand.
Ryan held the door open for her, cautiously she walked in to find Harry sitting across the Minister's large desk.
They both turned to face her and smiled.
Hermione visibly relaxed, throwing Ryan's grinning face a look of disgust.
"Have a seat Granger," Kingsley said in his deep voice.
She pulled out the chair next to Harry and sat down, delicately crossing her legs.
Ryan stared at the smooth skin and wondered what it would feel like under his fingertips.
Hermione caught him looking and glared, "Why the hell did he text me if you were also going to be here Minister?"
Kingsley opened his mouth to reply but Ryan cut him off with a smirk, "I volunteered."
Sneering, Hermione replied, "Kindly refrain from texting me in the future."
He laughed, "Why did your boyfriend see it and flip out?"
Purposely, Hermione looked away and tried to engage Harry in conversation.
She hated that he was right.
Ryan guessed as much, and his laughter rang through the room.
Harry who had patiently watched, spoke up darkly, "I've just about had it with your shit Spencer."
Kingsley got up and came around, "Calm down gentlemen."
Staring Ryan down, he stated sternly, "Ryan has clear instructions regarding his actions towards Miss Granger."
Ryan rolled his eyes, he felt like he was being reprimanded in school.
Leaning against the large desk, Kingsley spoke seriously, "Now we are gathered here on a Sunday because we have some distressing news to share."
Turning to Hermione, he said, "Miss Granger, you are no doubt wondering why Ryan was snooping around my office the other day?"
Damn right she was.
Hermione glared at Ryan.
His lips curved upwards and he winked at her.
Shifting his attention to Harry, Kingsley informed his Head of Magical Law Enforcement, "We intended for you to tell Granger after she got involved."
Her curiosity spiked.
She felt Harry lean forward, his eyes narrowing to slits.
"Harry, you knew?" Hermione questioned quietly.
Harry smiled weakly, "I'm sorry love, but yes I've known all along, I did not have the clearance to share it with you."
She crossed her arms across her chest, huffed, and whispered, "How about the fact that we are best friends?"
Rubbing the bridge of his nose. Kingsley continued, "As you are aware, Ryan is here for Auror training and to then implement that training back in Washington, but there is a far graver reason for his presence in London."
Ryan watched Hermione intensely. Her chocolate brown orbs shone brightly and widened at every word Kingsley spoke.
He snapped to attention when Kingsley spoke to him, "Why don't you tell her."
Straightening to his full height, Ryan came to stand in front of them, "Gladly Minister."
Cracking his knuckles, he began to speak, "Voldemort's reign of terror did not reach America, but we were aware of the growing threat he posed."
Hermione laughed sarcastically and interrupted him, "Yet you let us battle one of the most dangerous Dark wizards of our time alone, without so much as a helping hand."
"Granger…," Kingsley warned.
Ryan closed his eyes and took her words in, they stung mainly because it was the truth but ignoring her comment, he continued gravely.
"As of late, we have had an uprising of Voldemort followers across the fifty states. Wizards who share his ideologies, fanatics who believe in pureblood dominance and we have cause to believe three of the main key players are in London."
He handed out pictures.
She looked at the pictures and then at Ryan, the men in the pictures were well dressed, reeked of money, and appeared normal. They would blend in perfectly.
Leaning against the table, Ryan told her solemnly, "Justin has been looking for them with his team under the guise of recusing magical creatures."
With a small triumphant smile, he added, "We arrested one and he has been sent back to Washington. They are interrogating him around the clock."
Kingsley weighed in, "The last two are elusive bastards, but we have a few good leads."
Another war? It was a disturbing thought.
Harry spoke first, his eyes apologetic, "We really should have told you."
Ryan added with a small laugh, "So you see Granger, I'm not the evil human being you have me pegged for."
She scoffed, "This does not change my opinion about you. You are still an enormous wanker."
His smile faded and he sighed exasperatedly. There was no win with this woman.
"How can I be of assistance?" She asked eagerly, her eyes on fire.
They exchanged looks of concern but it was Kingsley that spoke, "Talented as you are Granger, you are not an Auror, this is for your knowledge since Ryan and Potter insisted I tell you."
Hermione frowned unhappily, sometimes she wished she chose the path of an Auror.
They got up and walked out.
Ryan followed them.
He took her hand and Hermione turned to face him, as did Harry, "Granger look...I'm sorry ok...I really do like you and can we have a do-over."
She broke free from his grasp and asked, "A what?"
He repeated, and added an explanation, "A do-over! Like can we try to be civil to each other."
Hermione stepped back in shock at his declaration and Harry watched him through suspicious eyes.
"You are not the kind of man I want to be friends with Ryan," Hermione responded after a moment's thought.
He tried to grab her wrist again to further explain his plight, but Harry stepped in between them.
Ryan backed off fast, holding his hands up in surrender, "I meant no harm Potter."
Harry narrowed his eyes and said darkly, "Just stay away from her."
With a quick look at Hermione, Ryan replied sadly, "If that's what she wants."
Crossing her arms defiantly over her chest, she answered without hesitation, "That is what I want."
He turned to walk away but not before glancing over his shoulder and calling out, "Maybe I can change your mind."
Harry shook his head and stared at the retreating figure of Ryan, "Merlin, he just doesn't give up, does he?"
Hermione shrugged and thought of Draco and their stupid fight.
Placing a hand on her shoulder gently, Harry asked softly, "Are you ok? I did want to tell you but…"
She cut him off and said, "Draco and I fought Ryan's text message."
Taking a deep breath, she added, "He thought Ryan was trying to trick me."
Pointing to the place previously occupied by the American, Harry stated the obvious, "Well can you blame Malfoy for thinking that."
Hermione scrunched up her freckled nose and looked at her best friend in annoyance, "I don't like you when you side with him."
Harry shrugged his shoulders and replied confidently, "I always take the right side, whether it is my friends or otherwise."
He thought for a moment and continued, "Remember when you broke up with Ron?"
She nodded and flinched at the memory of a half sobbing Ronald Weasley.
"I took your side because Ron was being insufferable," Harry reminded her calmly.
Hermione shuddered, being with Ron had been mentally traumatizing and secretly she pitied Lavender.
It was like dating an overbearing child.
Weakly, Hermione nodded, he was right. Harry always stood up for what was right.
They reached the apparition point and Harry asked curiously, "Where is Malfoy?
She looked at Harry miserably and replied, "Hey, well we were supposed to take Teddy to watch the new Batman movie."
Quickly Harry glanced at his watch.
He smiled brightly and grabbed her wrist, "Come on then, it's not started yet."
Hermione barely got the words out of her mouth, "What?"
They apparated and appeared in a dark and dirty passageway by the cinema.
At once, she looked around and pinched her nose together, "Really? Was there nowhere else?"
Harry made a face and replied, "It was the safest place."
They dusted their clothes and made the short walk to the cinema.
Turning to Hermione, Harry smiled, "I've been dying to watch it too."
Suddenly, he took her hand and stopped.
His eyes wide with fear, he exclaimed, "Not a word to Ginny."
Hermione let out a laugh, "Where is she?"
Joining the laughter, Harry answered, "She's at the Burrow with her family for their customary Sunday brunch."
She smiled warmly, remembering the enjoyable Sunday's at the Burrow.
They always accepted her as one of the family.
It had been years since she went by last.
They closed the distance to the cinema.
Teddy's hair stood out against the crowd of boring Muggles.
The two imposing men and child stood out, they were incredibly handsome.
A few Muggle girls eyed them, batting eyelashes suggestively and looking them over appreciatively.
Teddy saw them first and leaving a stunned Draco and Blaise, he ran towards them.
Leaving Blaise to buy the tickets, Draco followed the small boy.
Ignoring Hermione, Draco extended his hand, "Potter?"
Giving Teddy a one-armed hug, Harry explained, "I do love Batman, I hope you don't mind me tagging along."
Hermione hung back looking at the men talk.
Draco laughed and patted Harry on the shoulder, "Not at all mate, glad you could make it."
Glancing over his shoulder at Hermione, Harry smiled and said, "By the way, it was a Ministry meeting, don't be too harsh on her."
Harry took Teddy's hand and went over to greet Blaise.
Moving closer to his girlfriend, Draco muttered, "Granger..."
Hermione eyed him through angry eyes and punched him hard.
When she tried to punch him again, he grabbed her wrist and kissed her knuckles.
"I love you Malfoy," she told him firmly.
Putting his arms around her and bringing her close to his body, he whispered against her hair, "I know, I'm really sorry."
"Me too! I should have just told you," she mumbled against the Batman logo of his t-shirt.
Draco sighed and said, "Yes, you should have. I'm so glad you came."
She broke away from his embrace and cocked her head to the side and said incredulously, "And miss Batman? Not a chance."
Letting out a laugh, Draco cupped Hermione's face and kissed her deeply.
She was the very blood he needed to survive.
"Oi, let's get these bloody tickets and get inside," Blaise roared, and they broke apart embarrassed.
Draco put his arm around Hermione and walked towards them.
"I want a Batman t-shirt too," Blaise sulked.
Harry ruffled Teddy's black and green hair and asked, "Is your hair a tribute to the Joker?"
Teddy grinned mischievously, "Oh ya! He's my favourite villain but this is Batman Begins there's no Joker in it right?"
He asked the adults surrounding him.
Draco was first to answer, "No, but Ra's al Ghul is there."
Teddy looked perplexed and Draco eagerly started to explain.
The League of Assassins intrigued and fascinated him.
Since the introduction of the character Damien Wayne, Draco felt a connection to the character.
He could identify with the spoiled yet misguided young man.
They got inside and Hermione at once asked for a large bucket of caramel and salt popcorn.
Draco took Teddy and bought snacks.
"I hear the American has been a royal pain in the arse," Blaise stated turning to Hermione and Harry.
Harry stifled a laugh and nodded, "You have no idea."
Hermione rolled her eyes, "It has been a bloody nightmare."
They stopped talking when Draco and Teddy came towards them armed with buckets of popcorn.
They each took a bucket and made their way into the dark cinema.
Taking their seats, Draco turned to Hermione and kissed her.
She pushed him back and shyly said, "Draco stop it, Teddy is looking."
"Teddy isn't the only one, cut it out you prats," Blaise replied in disgust.
Poking Harry in the arm, Teddy pleaded, "Uncle Harry, please tell them to stop."
Smiling warmly, Harry began to explain, "When two people love each other..."
Ignoring him, Teddy sunk back further in his chair
Laughing Draco fist-bumped Teddy and said, "Chill mate."
The movie started and the men watched with growing interest.
Bored halfway through, Hermione moodily dug into her large bucket of popcorn.
Popping a handful of the sweet confectionery into her mouth, she savoured the taste of sweet and salty.
She looked over at the men.
They were hanging onto every scene, Teddy at the edge of his seat.
Hermione frowned wondering if it was too graphically violent for the young boy, but a quick look around put her mind at ease, there were plenty of boys his age.
She felt a warm hand slip into hers and entwine his long fingers with hers.
Propping herself on one elbow, Hermione focused on the movie, the Muggle lead was hot!
Christian Bale...
Focusing on that, she found a whole new appreciation for Batman.
Hours went by and the movie came to an end with the promise of a sequel.
Teddy would not stop talking
"Did you see? Joker is totally going to be in the next one," he cried excitedly to anyone who would listen.
Draco chattered with him animatedly stopping to buy some Batman memorabilia.
He took the cap and put it on Teddy's head backwards.
Forgetting the Muggles, the small boy changed his hair colour to match Draco's.
"Teddy!" Hermione cried sternly.
Thankfully, no one noticed.
"Gran says I look like you," he said suddenly, looking into Draco's pale face.
Draco grinned and replied smugly, "Good looks run in our family Teddy."
Blaise snorted, Harry laughed, and Hermione rolled her eyes.
That was one bloody statement nobody could challenge them on.
Patting his stomach, Blaise asked them, "Let's get some food, Potter you coming?"
Tempting as the offer was, he needed to head to the Burrow.
"Can't mate, Ginny is waiting for me," he explained calmly.
His wife would have his balls if he got any later.
Making a split-second decision, Harry asked, "You guys want to come to the Burrow?"
Draco made a face and Teddy's face lit up.
"What exactly is a Burrow?" Draco asked curiously.
Hermione thought for a minute and answered, "It's what everyone calls the Weasleys home."
He grimaced, repulsed by the name, "Burrow? Like a hole an animal lives in?"
Staring him down, she cried, "God you are such a prat. Not everyone is born with a silver spoon up their arse."
Draco frowned at the crude analogy. It was not his fault his family had money and status.
Blaise shook his head and said, "Would love to but I got some shit to do mate."
Hermione looked forlorn, "I haven't been in ages. I'm in Harry."
Well, that settled it then. If she was going, he hardly had any choice but to join.
Hermione turned to Harry and asked uncertainly, "You think Molly would mind?"
Harry laughed and took Teddy's hand in his, "Never, she loves having everyone over."
Shrugging his shoulders, Draco took her outstretched hand.
Bidding Blaise a fond goodbye, they apparated.
They landed in the middle of a wet field and his brand-new trainers sunk into the marshy surface covering the Nike logo with mud.
Draco frowned.
Teddy was already on his way up the winding passage.
"Come on Draco!" He yelled from the top.
Following the rest, they heard the chatter and clatter of glasses and cutlery.
The entire Weasley clan seemed to be there except Charlie.
Draco stood rooted to the spot in astonishment.
Being an only child with a fanatical father, one murderous aunt and crazy uncle was about all the family he had ever known.
His mother was the only saving grace of his life.
Molly came forward and greeted them affectionately.
Her motherly warmth spread through the air surrounding them whole.
"Bloody hell, is that a sodding Malfoy in our house?" Ron bellowed from the other end of the room and his brothers laughed.
"RONALD WATCH YOUR TONGUE," came Molly's stern and furious warning.
Ron bent over laughing, "Oh come on mom Malfoy knows it's for a bit of fun."
Taking his hand, Hermione led him to the other room, and they sat down on mismatched wooden chairs and joined in on the chatter.
Ron tossed a few sweets over for Teddy and Ginny came over and greeted them enthusiastically.
Reaching over to give Hermione a quick hug and Malfoy a peck.
"I hope everyone's hungry; you lot better finish all this off," Molly said warmly looking over at her family.
Ginny laughed, "Close your mouth Malfoy, I know we come off as a bit much."
Draco shook his head and replied truthfully, "It's wonderful Ginny, you guys are lucky to have this."
Ginny smiled and Hermione could swear she saw a tear glisten in the fiery Gryffindor's eye.
Patting his hand, she said, "Well, you always have us."
Everyone moved to the dining room and Draco stood behind a chair awkwardly with Hermione to his side.
Ron walked by, pinched Hermione's arm, and muttered, "Mione, you keep getting sexier."
Draco shot Ron a look of loathing.
"And you keep getting stupider," Hermione shot back rudely, after seeing Lavenders face fall.
Shaking her head at Ron's laughter, she took Draco by the hand.
They sat around the large table and even with Magic Draco was amazed at how they all fit.
The food was delicious.
Everyone contributed to the conversation and Hermione was glad that the older Weasley brothers Percy and Bill included Draco in the discussion.
After lunch, they pushed back their chairs and went into the front yard.
Harry called Draco over, reluctantly he exchanged a look with Hermione and joined the men.
The sky started to darken; the last rays of sunlight licked the roof of the house before disappearing completely.
Ron handed Draco a bottle of Firewhisky and the topic of Quidditch came up.
Heated discussions broke out over who would win the League and who the best Seeker was.
Teddy and Bill and Fleur's daughter Victoire played on their own, chatting animatedly among themselves.
"Fancy a game?" Harry asked the men excitedly.
They all exchanged a look and agreed wholeheartedly.
Grabbing spare brooms, Draco called out to Teddy to take part.
Excitedly he rushed over and mounted an ancient-looking broom.
Smiling at Hermione, Draco kicked off and joined the men hovering over the Burrow.
She watched them fondly and it took her back to Hogwarts.
Slytherin vs Ravenclaw
Hermione could not sit in the stands and openly watch her boyfriend fly.
From the shadows, she watched him duck, weave, and emerge victoriously.
She saw him look around widely, searching for someone.
A smile to her lips, she headed back to their dorm
He would rush into her arms and they would put the world to shame with their lovemaking.
Settling on the maroon couch Hermione waited eagerly for Draco to appear.
She could count the minutes; he was so punctual.
3.. 2..1
The door burst open and he strode in.
Blonde hair falling over his eyes, his chiselled jaw giving his face prominence and those beautiful eyes.
So handsome….all mine.
The white t-shirt hung to his body and black pants fell loosely off his hips.
Dropping his duffel bag by the entrance, he came towards her.
Getting to her feet, she let him pull her towards him, they embraced, hard, fast, and urgent.
"I didn't see you, I thought you didn't come," he muttered between kisses.
She whispered in reply, "Of course I came, I hid near the entrance" and then added huskily, "You were brilliant."
He kissed the base of her throat and smiled smugly, "I was, wasn't I?"
"Prat," she moaned arching her neck.
"Kiss me," Draco demanded running his tongue along her bottom lip.
"I am kissing you," she replied hotly.
Biting down on her lip, he growled, "Harder."
Her hold around him tightened and he winced.
She pulled back in alarm and gingerly lifted his t-shirt
"It's nothing Granger," Draco said taking in her petrified face.
She ran her fingers along the deep purple bruise, and he groaned at her touch.
"I took a Bludger to the ribs and cracked two," Draco informed her matter-of-factly.
"WHAT?" Hermione cried in alarm.
How had she missed that?
"It's Quidditch," he shrugged his shoulders like it explained everything.
Trying to pull her closer, he said, "All your mates play it."
Frowning, she replied sarcastically, "Yes, and I'm thrilled about it"
Gently pushing him away, she wagged a finger in front of his face, "No sex."
Trying to get closer, Draco pleaded, "Come on love, I'm on a winning streak!"
Her mouth hung open, and she stared at him incredulously, "And you think it's because we err..."
"Fuck?" he offered.
"Make love?" Draco asked.
"Sleep together!" Hermione replied finally finding the correct word.
He smiled, his bloody devilishly good-looking smile, "It's because you are good for me and…." hesitating Draco confessed, "Ok every time we do it before a match, Slytherin wins."
Hermione doubled over in laughter, "Oh my god, that is the most ridiculous thing I've ever bloody heard."
Draco looked at her sheepishly, "Call it a good luck charm, I'm Captain I want to fucking win the cup this year."
"There's no bloody way you're going to beat Harry," she exclaimed confidently rushing to her house's defence.
He rolled his eyes and replied sarcastically, "Thanks for the vote of confidence."
She laughed again and her tone softened, "You are barking mad, but no sex tonight, you need to heal."
"Granger..." he said feebly and followed her to her room.
Slytherin won the Quidditch cup that year. Draco celebrated with his team and then privately with her. After all, she was his good luck charm and he owed her.
Hermione snapped out of the daydream as Draco whizzed past tailing Teddy and giving him a few pointers.
"How did the meeting go?" Justin asked sliding into the booth of the Muggle London pub.
Ryan took a sip of his lager and shrugged, "Well now she knows, it should be easier to move around without her breathing down my neck."
He looked over the drink and asked tenderly, "She's very bright, isn't she?"
Justin smiled and replied proudly, "She is considered to be the brightest witch of her age."
Ryan let out a low whistle, he was impressed, "Granger could have a promising career with us."
Letting out a frustrated sigh, Justin responded, "I offered her a position in New York. Twice."
Taking another sip, Ryan raised his eyebrows in question, "And?"
"And her life is here, she's pretty serious about Malfoy," Justin replied with indifference.
Ryan widened his eyes, "The fucking Death Eater?"
Justin nodded and said, "That was a long time ago."
Shaking his head in bitter disbelief, Ryan muttered, "That's fucked up."
Justin stared into his stout, "She's been through a lot."
"Like what?" Ryan asked curiously.
Avoiding the question, Justin asked seriously, "Moving on, any leads?"
Banging the glass down on the table in frustration, Ryan replied, "A few, not enough. What's most disturbing is that there are still wizards willing to hide these bastards."
Justin nodded angrily.
"There's some fancy event happening at the end of the month, did you hear?" Ryan asked with little enthusiasm.
And then added, "I'm Kingsley's plus one, he thought it would be a clever idea to mingle among Britain's finest. He has this theory that a pureblood is hiding these assholes."
Justin listened intently, "What is the event?"
Without much interest, Ryan replied, "Some Theodore Nott Potions Mastery some shit like that."
Straightening in his seat, Justin blurted out, "That's Hermione's late husband's Foundation."
Ryan swallowed hard, "Late husband?"
Justin frowned into nothingness and sighed sadly, "There's a lot you don't know about her."
After Quidditch, Hermione reminded Draco of the time.
They needed to take Teddy home.
The game was still going on.
Waving at the flying men and Ginny, giving Molly a quick hug, they thanked them for a wonderful evening and left.
"How was the movie?" Andromeda asked curiously.
Running into the living room, Teddy plopped down on the couch and cried out, "It was phenomenal!"
Draco and Hermione followed the excited child, hand in hand.
"We went to the Burrow afterwards," Hermione smiled warmly.
"Sunday brunch?" Andromeda raised an eyebrow.
Hermione nodded.
Looking into her face, Andromeda asked, "How are things with you?"
Draco kissed Hermione's hand and replied happily, "Great."
Smiling shyly, Hermione averted her eyes, "Very good."
"I saw the article in the Prophet," Andromeda spat out angrily.
They stiffened and she continued sternly, "Don't let these fools get to you."
Draco smirked and replied confidently, "They won't."
Smiling warmly at her nephew, she replied, "I know you don't give a damn Draco about what these pompous people have to say."
Pointing at Hermione, she added, "I was talking to this one here."
Andromeda took Hermione's hands in hers and advised firmly, "Always overthinking everything. People who genuinely care will always be with you."
Hermione smiled, a tear slid down her cheek, "Thank you, Meda."
They hugged Teddy and bid Andromeda a fond farewell before apparating to Draco's flat.
Draco took a long hot shower, washing away the grime of the day.
The deliciously hot water ran over his muscled back and down his legs.
It had been exhilarating to play Quidditch after years, especially with a talented bunch like Potter and the Weasleys.
Hermione walked into the room and something caught her eye.
A green Slytherin jumper with the number seven in bold silver glittering as it did back at school lay sprawled across the chair in the corner.
Biting her lip, she felt sudden hotness creep up her legs and tug at her navel.
A glance at the bathroom told her he was still having a bath.
Discarding her clothes and quickly fetching a pair of green knickers, she took off her top and slipped the jumper over her head.
Merlin, it still smelt like him.
Grabbing onto the front of the t-shirt, Hermione pulled the material up to her nose and inhaled deeply.
Hurrying her movements, she dimmed the lights so the focus would be on her.
She leaned seductively against a column of the large four-poster bed.
Draco towelled his hair and family jewels vigorously.
His hair fell in wet strands across his forehead.
Shaking any remaining water droplets, he stepped out of the bathroom and into his room.
The lack of light baffled him.
Tossing the towel aside he looked up confused and there she was.
Exotically draped around a column in his old Quidditch jumper.
Fuck, his heart slammed against his chest and all feeling headed south.
She moved against it like a Muggle stripper, her hair wildly cascading around her shoulders.
Fuck, his balls were on fire, blood rushed to his cock.
He felt it grow.
Eyeing his witch from across the room, he drawled, "That looks better on you than it ever did on me."
Biting down on her lip hard, she moaned, "Mm..."
"Are you going to strip for me?" He asked, his voice low and slow.
Looking him over, she whispered seductively, "Maybe...if you're a good boy."
Draco grinned and closed the distance between them, grabbing her hair roughly he yanked it back.
She gasped; a pleasured whimper escaped her lips.
Placing a heated kiss to her neck, he growled, "I was never the good boy Granger."
He grabbed her by the waist, and she leaned against his chest.
His fingers roamed under the jumper and along her skin, leaving a trail of heat where he touched.
With a smirk, she pushed him away and walked out of the room.
He stared after her curiously.
What the fuck was she doing?
She returned with two crystal tumblers of bourbon.
Draco sat in the corner watching her every move intensely, sashaying over Hermione handed him a drink.
They clinked glasses.
Draining her drink, she felt the rich amber liquid slide down her throat.
She placed the glass on the dresser and turned to give her boyfriend her full attention.
"You want me to strip for you?" Hermione asked in barely a whisper.
Leaning back and getting comfortable, he took another sip and said, "Yes I do."
Smiling playfully, she flicked her wand and the stereo came to life.
The sultry sounds of Candy Shop by 50 Cent filled the room.
Draco grinned at the choice of Muggle song.
"Get rid of the towel Draco, I want to watch you get hard," Hermione told him throatily.
With a flick of his wrist, the towel lay discarded on the floor.
He stroked himself, his long fingers around his girth, moving slowly, tenderly even.
"No, don't touch yourself," she demanded firmly.
Raising an eyebrow, he let go and stared at her.
The music, the words seductive and enticing.
Drink in hand, he narrowed his eyes lustfully and watched her every move.
Fuck, he felt his cock twitch.
Her hands in her hair, she moved her body fluidly to the music and rhythm.
Slowly at first, her bare feet dug into the carpet as she ground her buttocks and touched her hips.
Turning her back to him, her hair swung in waves as she shimmied down, spreading her legs apart and came back up again.
Pushing her buttocks out, she erotically moved to keep in perfect rhythm to the music.
Draco watched mesmerized; her movements were so fucking sensual.
Moving her hands under the jumper, she pulled at the hem.
Lifting it over her head, she threw it at him.
Bringing the jumper to his nose he took a deep breath, taking in her smell mixed with his.
She wore no bra, the rosy pink nipples stared him in the face.
So beautifully perky.
He had enough of her teasing, taking the glass with him, he approached her from behind.
His hot breath on her neck, he huskily whispered, "I've watched enough and now I'm going to make you mine."
She turned in his arms, breasts pushing up against his chest.
Glass still in hand, Draco backed Hermione towards the large bed.
Her legs gave out, with a surprised gasp she fell on top of the silk sheets.
His eyes devoured her whole.
Draining his glass, Draco reached in and scooped out an ice cube.
Straddling her and holding her in place, he moved the melting ice cube along her swollen red lips.
Hermione let out a sigh at the welcome coolness.
She eagerly sucked on the cool liquid.
Sucking the trail of water it left behind, he moved the cube down her neck slowly and down the valley between her breasts.
Ever so slowly, Draco ran the ice cube around her erect and hard nipples.
She grabbed at his wrist unable to handle the pleasure.
Withdrawing, he replaced the ice with his tongue and lips.
"I want you to feel everything Granger," he groaned against her succulent lips.
Twirling his tongue around a hard nipple, he closed his lips around the aroused nub and sucked hard.
Letting out a loud moan, Hermione arched her back and grabbed onto the bedding.
Continuing to suck on her delectable mounds, Draco ran the ice cube down her stomach slowly circling her bellybutton.
Her abdomen clenched at the unfamiliar sensation.
She gasped at the sudden coldness running along her skin
His lips followed the trail of water, lapping, licking, eagerly sucking the water droplets off her skin.
Replacing the cold with warmth.
"Take it off Granger," he groaned against the softness of her skin.
She delicately pushed her knickers down and spread her legs apart.
The wetness of her cunt hit him first.
Tantalizing slow, he ran the ice cube along her dripping slit.
Pushing it within her folds, he pressed the cool block against her clit,
She shivered and squirmed under him.
She continued to tease her cunt with the gripping coldness of the cube, it melted steadily in his hand.
Bringing the almost melted cube to his lips he sucked on it generously.
It melted completely under his lips.
Sitting up, Hermione moved her fingers into Draco's hair and pulled him towards her.
Moulding his lips with hers, she slipped her tongue into the coldness meeting it with her warmth.
Kissing her fervently, his fingers parted her pussy lips and inserted a finger into the awaiting tightness, working her until his fingers coated in her juices.
"Babe..." Hermione muttered between kisses.
"Mm..." Draco mumbled feeling his fingers drown inside her hole.
"Put your cock in me please..." she pleaded desperately.
"Not yet..." he whispered against her lips.
"Draco please..." an edge to her tone.
Her hand snaked down and closed itself around his impressive thickness.
Moving her hand up and down his shaft, she brought out the pre-cum nestled inside his head.
Groaning, he bit down on her lip.
His head coated with the glistening wetness of his desire for her.
"Please..." she moaned bringing her fingers to her mouth and licking them dry.
He rose over her and took his shaft in his hand.
Using his head, he rubbed it along her slit and pressed it hard on her clit.
"Draco..." her breathing laboured, her pleasure too much to bear,
Moving it back down her slit, he let his head enter the wet tight hole.
It tightened around his cock and took him in inch by inch.
Abruptly, Draco pulled out and Hermione groaned.
A pure unadulterated fire burnt through her being and settled behind her eyes, she snapped and cried, "Stop fucking around Malfoy."
Smirking, he ran his long fingers up her body and settled around her neck.
He tightened slowly, reminding her who was in control.
She gasped in pleasure and frustration, hanging mid pleasure, with his head at her entrance, thumb massaging her clit and another hand around her neck.
"Look at you dripping for me," he showed her, bringing his thumb off her clit to his mouth and sucking her juices off it.
Draco closed his mouth, enjoying her taste and said, "I want to lick you, Granger, feel you come on my tongue."
"No baby please, I want you in me now," She pushed her hips forward and his head slipped inside her folds.
"Be careful what you wish for love," Draco growled threateningly.
His hand came off her throat to grab her waist hard, his fingers dug into the side bruising her skin.
Without warning, he pushed into her hard. She cried out; his cock hit her back walls.
Mercilessly Draco thrust into her.
Fucking her hard, until she screamed his name.
Pounding into her with an intensity that made her rise off the bed.
Ravaging her throat, he pinned her hands above her head.
Harder, faster... oh, so hard!
Almost...
So close...
Almost there...
Dark specs adorned her vision as she came like an impending hurricane against his cock.
Losing control, Hermione bit down hard on Draco's shoulder leaving small teeth marks on his pale skin.
The pure intensity of her orgasm propelled him to his.
His fingers dug in painfully, as he released his hot seed into her.
"Motherfuc….." Draco roared a slew of obscenities
Claiming her lips, he pushed all the way in letting his semen slide down her tight hole.
Her clit throbbed and pulsated with release.
She held on tight whimpering and groaning against his ear.
"You're mine Granger," Draco growled possessively looking deep into her eyes, his chest heaving with the intake of air.
Always!