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"Ahem," Harry interjected pointedly.
Reluctantly Ryan let Hermione go and stepped away from her at once.
Harry narrowed his eyes at Hermione ignoring Ryan's existence.
"I'm sorry if I barged in," he added sarcastically.
Hermione rolled her eyes.
Ignoring the look of disapproval, she put her arms around her best friend hugging him tightly.
"Welcome back, I've been so worried," she told him relief lacing every word.
Harry hugged her back, "It's good to be back."
Standing slightly to the side, Ryan looked over Hermione fondly and said, "It really is good to be back."
The best friends stepped away and awkwardly stared at each other and then at the American in the room.
Breaking the silence, she asked, "I suppose you will be leaving soon?"
Ryan's brown eyes clouded over sadly, he nodded and replied, "Month-end after we finish the paperwork."
Pressing her lips down, Hermione went around her desk and sat down, "Is Justin leaving with you?"
His eyebrows nearly disappeared into his hair, "Yes, why do you ask?"
Hermione shrugged, "No reason, we will miss him around here."
"Just him?" he asked without his usual sarcasm.
Harry looked at Ryan in disgust. Merlin, the man was another level of pathetic.
"Yes only him," Harry replied frankly.
Stifling a laugh, Hermione pretended to bend down and fix her shoe.
Throwing Harry a look of contempt, Ryan adjusted his robes and eagerly offered, "Kingsley is buying the Aurors a round of celebratory drinks tonight...er...why don't you join us, Hermione?
She smiled and replied enthusiastically, "That sounds lovely, I will come with Harry."
Satisfied by her answer, the tall American turned on his heel and left the room.
Harry watched Ryan disappear around the corner before he turned to Hermione angrily.
Taking the seat opposite her, he asked frustratingly, "What the hell are you doing?"
Slipping on her spectacles, Hermione locked eyes with Harry and asked perplexed, "What are you talking about?"
He rolled his eyes and sternly told her, "Don't encourage him, all he did was talk about you during the mission."
Sighing exasperatedly, he added, "It was annoying. We were scouting for a bloody Death Eater and he asks what kind of food you like."
Unable to control herself, Hermione burst out laughing.
Harry joined the laughter and abruptly asked, "What kind of food do you like?"
She laughed harder at the question and between giggles answered, "I'm partial to Italian cuisine."
"Seriously though, don't lead him on," Harry advised.
Hermione was indignant, "I am not leading him on Potter, It is not my fault he came in here."
Cocking his head to one side, Harry snorted, "You had your arms around him."
Wide-eyed at the accusation, she defended herself ferociously, "I was just happy about the mission's success."
A triumphant smile spread across Harry's face, "It was a very successful mission."
He thought for a moment and said, "Arrogant arsehole aside, Ryan is a talented wizard and Justin was brilliant too."
Flipping a file open, she concentrated on it and replied uninterested, "Hmmmm…."
Harry stared at Hermione for a few seconds, when it became obvious that she was no longer a willing participant in the conversation, he got and asked, "Were you serious about coming for drinks later?"
Adjusting her glasses, she smirked, "Of course, unless you think my presence will cause unwanted trouble."
Harry laughed and turned to leave. His laughter echoed through the corridor and Brenda curiously craned her neck to see what the fuss was about.
Draco scanned the menu and ordered a fillet mignon along with a medley of vegetables.
His assistant Helen looked around the lovely restaurant and studied the menu.
A smartly dressed man sat across him in a beige suit, crisp white shirt, dark blue tie and polished leather shoes.
After his Astoria cock up and then thinking of offering the job to Hannah Abbott, Draco had decided the best way to go about replacing Astoria was to hire a male.
They summoned a server and placed their lunch orders.
Helping himself to a glass of red wine, Draco questioned, "How are you liking the office, Oscar?"
Oscar smiled warmly, "Quite well, everyone has been welcoming."
Draco nodded his approval, "Good, I'm glad to hear it."
The young man came highly recommended through a contact.
He was a few years junior to him at Hogwarts.
Curiously, Draco stated, "I heard you played Quidditch."
Oscar nodded taking a sip of water, he did not think it was prudent to have wine at his first official lunch with the boss, "Played for about four years before a Bludger knocked me clear off my broom and I almost plummeted to my death."
Draco laughed goodheartedly, "I know the feeling."
Oscar smiled and said, "I have seen you play Mr Malfoy."
Waving a hand, Draco replied firmly, "Please call me Draco," and then added, "You look like you are from Ravenclaw."
Instant pride emitted from his body and Oscar nodded again, "My whole family have been in Ravenclaw for generations."
Draco smiled politely.
Their food arrived and everyone tucked in happily.
It was delicious. Amused Draco eyed Helen enjoy her Chicken Cordon Bleu.
Once the meal was over, he dabbed the sides of his mouth and got to his feet.
Adjusting his jacket, Draco informed firmly, "I must be going, if you need anything Helen will look into it."
Mouth full, Helen smiled at Oscar awkwardly.
Slipping on black sunglasses, Draco made his way out of the restaurant and back to his office.
Blaise took a deep breath and plucked up the courage.
Looking at the parchment carefully, he dialled the number.
Four rings later, a sweet voice answered, "Hello."
When he did not speak, the soft voice spoke again, "Hello."
"Hi Parvati, Blaise here," he answered in his most manly voice.
"This is a pleasant surprise," Parvati replied at once, a smile forming on her face.
Confidence engulfed him, "How are you love? I meant to make this call a lot sooner."
The smile got wider and Parvati answered, "I'm very well. I saw the Prophet; I do hope Malfoy is well."
Blaise snorted, "The arrogant bastard is fine. Granger is at his disposal."
Parvati laughed, it was a pleasant sound and Blaise drunk it up.
Taking another deep breath, he asked nervously, "Listen, are you free this weekend?"
Parvati held the phone tightly and replied, "I have to visit my mom on Sunday but I'm free as a bird on Saturday."
Blaise perked up at once, "Brilliant, can I take you out to dinner and perhaps drinks after?"
"That sounds good Blaise," Parvati answered enthusiastically.
"Great, I'll ring you on Friday with the details then," Blaise told her earnestly.
He heard a soft giggle and then her voice cut through, "Sure and er...Blaise, it's good to hear your voice."
A happy smile touched his lips, "Likewise, see you on Saturday then."
Hanging up, Blaise tossed the phone onto his desk and smiled into nothingness. He had a good feeling about this.
Parvati smiled at the phone; she had honestly given up on the handsome Italian calling her.
Must find something exquisite to wear was her first thought.
A client spoke to her and she snapped out of her daydream and smiled at the older woman who sat in front of her.
The faint sound of thundering rocked through the almost empty Ministry.
Hermione looked out of the window and frowned. A storm was brewing and magic or not she did not want to get wet.
Unless it was against Draco's tongue, she stifled a laugh.
Picking up her handbag, she strolled nonchalantly towards the bathroom.
Quickly fishing out a pink lip gloss, she applied a generous layer and patted it down with her finger.
Next, she pulled her hair into a tight ponytail.
Searching inside her bag, she took out a pair of large hoop earrings.
Satisfied with her appearance, Hermione sprayed herself generously with perfume and smoothed her pencil skirt before heading out the door.
She saw the dark figure standing inside her small office, it was hard to make out who it was in the dim light.
The closer she got, the familiar face made her smile.
"Ready to go?" Harry asked and looking her over suspiciously he mused, "Did you apply makeup?"
Hermione rolled her eyes and grabbed his arm, "I'm ready, let's go."
She put her arm through his and they spoke animatedly while walking to a Ministry-approved apparition point.
There was a slight drizzle when they arrived and Hermione quickly ducked inside the Leaky Cauldron dusting her coat.
Harry turned as his name was called.
Black cloaked and imposing the Aurors commandeered the large table in the corner.
The Minister was among them, Kingsley would gladly hang up his Minister title to have a drink with the team.
It was an enduring quality.
He puffed on a Cuban cigar, sending smoke spirals upwards as he watched them approach.
"Potter, Granger good of you to join," His voice boomed over the crowd.
Justin discarded his cigarette and moved to make space for them, he reached over and gave Hermione a one-arm hug and Harry a firm handshake.
Once they settled, Ryan raised a glass in their direction.
Pointing to his drink, Kingsley asked loudly, "What's your poison, Granger?"
Grinning she replied, "Vodka please."
"Potter?" He asked next.
Smiling warmly, Harry answered, "Scotch neat."
"TOM!" Kingsley's voice echoed.
The innkeeper appeared out of thin air and took their order and a further order for a round of drinks for the men.
Once everyone had a drink, Ryan raised his glass, "To the best bunch of Aurors I have had the pleasure of working with."
There was a loud cheer and everyone banged on the table before throwing back their flaming shots.
Harry got up to go to the bathroom and Ryan took the opportunity to slide in next to Hermione.
She felt a hand brush up against her hand, it made her jump.
Breaking away from her conversation with Justin, Hermione turned to face an innocent-faced American.
"You're in Harry's seat," she told him harshly, heavily implying that he needed to get the fuck up.
Getting up, he sat on the table, faced her, and inhaled deeply, "You smell good Granger."
Before she could reply, her phone buzzed.
Grateful for the distraction, Hermione quickly reached into her bag and fished out it out.
Draco's name popped up next to a little closed envelope.
Quickly, she clicked on it.
Where are you darling? I'm hungry.
Laughing at the message, she quickly punched in her reply.
Having a drink at Leaky Cauldron with the Aurors. Pick me up?
His reply came instantly.
Be there soon. I miss you.
Scrolling through the phone, Draco found the contact he was looking for.
Clicking the number, he pressed the phone to his ear.
Steady rings cut through the silence.
The call connected and Draco asked, "Blaise? Drink? Leaky Cauldron?"
"Fuck ya," came Blaise's energetic reply.
"See you there in ten minutes," Draco said.
"Sure, thing mate," Blaise replied and hung up.
Getting to his feet, he ran his fingers through blonde locks and reached for his black coat.
He arrived in the heavy downpour of rain. It was too late to shield himself, the rain-drenched him completely.
Cursing, Draco pushed open the heavy doors to the Leaky Cauldron and took off his coat.
A witch sitting close to him gazed at him longingly.
Annoyed, he shook his head sending water droplets in all directions.
Blaise stepped in seconds later in the same state as Draco.
Pulling out their wands, they muttered spells and instantly dried themselves.
Draco looked around the pub, it was packed with witches and wizards but where the heck was his witch?
Blaise nudged him and pointed in her direction.
She had her head thrown back in laughter, Justin laughed next her and Draco's eyes narrowed as he saw Ryan reach over to touch Hermione.
Potter playfully shoved Ryan and he lost balance falling off the table.
Draco and Blaise swapped a look and settled themselves at the bar.
"The usual Poppy," Blaise told the old barmaid.
Minutes later, two tumblers of the finest scotch with two ice cubes each were placed in front of them.
Hermione spotted Draco and Blaise at the bar.
Grabbing Harry by the arm, she sashayed her way to the bar and put her arms around her boyfriend.
"Miss Granger, are you drunk?" He mused.
She looked around at the witches openly staring at Draco and Blaise.
Settling between his legs, she grabbed his head and kissed him heatedly sending a clear message.
He returned the kiss, pulling her closer to his body.
"Blaise." Harry drunkenly slurred, and added, "My place Tuesday."
Draco and Hermione broke apart, he touched her face lovingly, "You look hot."
Blaise snorted into his drink and replied, "Sure Potter."
Watching Harry go back to the Auror table, Blaise leaned in and asked Draco, "What's on Tuesday?"
It was Hermione who answered, "It's his birthday party."
Blaise nodded understandably and forgetting the day, he asked, "When?"
Her eyes glazed over in thought and she screamed, "TUESDAY!"
Draco and Blaise burst out laughing.
"The whole bloody pub heard you, Granger," Blaise roared over the crowd.
Signalling the barmaid, Draco tapped his glass.
Hermione gave Draco a quick kiss and strolled towards the Auror table and plopped herself down next to Harry.
Justin saw Draco and he waved friendly, Draco returned the gesture with less enthusiasm.
His gaze darkened, "That tosser is still here."
Ryan locked eyes with Draco and smirked.
Leaning towards Hermione, he whispered, "Do you want another drink sweetheart?"
Edging away, Hermione nodded before turning her attention back to Harry and Justin.
Draco felt the anger rise and his hands ball into fists.
Confidently, Ryan strode towards the bar and spat, "Death Eater."
Blaise flexed and Draco tensed.
Eyeing the American fucktard, he snarled, "Why the fuck are you still sniffing around London?"
Ryan glared and replied, "Saving the world from your kind."
Looking down the bar, Ryan locked eyes with the bartender and beckoned him forward, "Excuse me, your girlfriend wants a drink."
Draco sneered and almost grabbed Ryan by the collar but Blaise stopped him.
Ignoring the fuming man, Ryan placed the order, "Vodka cranberry for the beautiful lady at our table."
Blaise stared after Ryans retreating figure, "That's the American then?"
He wanted to knock the smug grin off the fuckers face.
At the auction, their faces had been covered so he had no clue what Ryan looked like.
Ryan thrust the drink into Hermione's hand, who took it but looked at him oddly.
She was already on her feet.
Drink in hand, she joined Draco at the bar again.
He narrowed his eyes and asked darkly, "Why the fuck is he getting you drinks? I'm sitting right here."
Hermione rolled her eyes.
Draco pulled Hermione close, "Fancy a bit of role-playing tonight? I'm in a mood to get rough.
Blaise grimaced, "Can you fucking whisper? I don't need to be picturing Granger tied to your fucking bed."
"You better not be," Draco threatened menacingly.
Hermione shuddered at the hot breath on her neck and at the intensity of the words he spoke.
Ryan sipped his drink and glared in their direction.
What was it going to take for her to give him a chance?
"Let's get out of here," Draco said firmly getting to his feet.
Biting her lip, Hermione hurried back to the table to fetch her bag.
She bid everyone a quick farewell and turned to leave when Ryan grasped her wrist, "Must you go Granger?"
Draco stiffened and almost took a step towards them when Hermione broke out of his grasp and turned away without an explanation.
She was already in the waiting arms of her boyfriend, he looked over her head and locked victorious eyes with Ryan.
Taking her by the hand, they left the Leaky Cauldron with Blaise trailing behind.
"Catch you soon," he told them both and disappeared into the night.
Holding Hermione firmly by the waist, Draco kissed the top of her head and took them home.
The minute their feet touched the white carpet, his hands were on her.
Pulling her close Draco kissed her neck, sucking on the throbbing pulse until she shivered.
He tore open her blouse and she protested.
"I'll buy you one later," he told her huskily.
Hermione undid the zip of her pencil skirt and let it puddle around her feet.
He pulled the black turtle neck over his head and it joined her skirt.
She sat on the large bed and watched him discard each article of clothing as he strode towards her.
When he reached the bed, he was completely naked.
Running her tongue along her lip, she bit down hard.
Draco stroked his cock, bringing it to life.
Reaching back, Hermione undid the hook of her bra and slowly took it off.
Her soft breasts, broke free from its confinement and perked up eagerly.
Twirling the strap around her forefinger, she let it drop.
His eyes followed her movements, a low growl escaped his lips as his cock rose to life.
He still made no move towards her
Hermione watched, wanting him to touch her.
Smirking, Draco summoned his wand and pointed it at her.
She barely had time to raise a quizzical eyebrow.
With a surprised squeak, she shot across the bed.
Her arms went above her head and magically bound itself to the headboard.
Aggressively, Hermione pulled at the restraints and glared at Draco.
"You will hurt yourself if you struggle, love," he warned her throatily.
He laid down on her body, she left his cock press against her thigh.
His hands ran over her body hungrily, "I want to enjoy every inch of you."
He kissed her swollen lips slowly, running his tongue along her skin and then slowly down her neck where he stopped to suck on the base of her throat.
Hermione moaned in pleasure.
She ached to touch him.
He licked the skin from the base towards the valley between her breast.
"You taste good Granger," Draco muttered between kisses.
Using his large hands, he cupped her breasts.
Licking the nipple, Draco whispered, "So pink, so hard."
He took a hardened nipple in his mouth and grazed it with his teeth.
"I want to touch you Draco," Hermione muttered, her voice barely audible.
Slowly twirling his tongue around a nipple, he bit down hard and she groaned aloud, arching her back pushing her mound further into his mouth.
"More.." she whispered.
He bit down again, and demanded, "More what?"
Hermione moaned in response.
Smirking against her breast, his fingers parted her thighs and ran a finger along her slit before pushing into her dripping wet cunt.
Taking the fingers out, he studied them, her wetness dripped off his digits, "So wet..all for me?"
Locking fiery eyes with him, Hermione replied seductively, "Of course my love."
An involuntary moan escaped her lips, she threw her head back in reckless abandonment.
His digits effortlessly plunged into her tight hole.
"Oh, God...Draco," Hermione almost screamed.
Slow torture.
"Let me touch you," she pleaded once again.
Placing a kiss to her blood filled lips, he muttered against them, "Shh..."
Leaving her lips, Draco kissed his way down her body sucking on her navel.
He took a deep breath; her arousal filled the air.
Her wetness coated her pussy and it glistened with anticipation.
Groaning at her body's reaction to him, he ran a long finger inside and brought it to his lips., "Mmm...so fucking good darling."
Propping her legs up, Draco bent between Hermione's legs and ran his tongue the full length of her slit.
Tantalizingly slow….
Hermione snarled struggling against the restraints.
"You like that don't you?" he asked his pupils dilated, the grey jumping out.
"Yes...fuck..." she managed to say between the heavy breathing.
Spreading her cunt lips, he pushed his tongue into her tight fucking hole.
Hermione buckled in half, her eyes widened, "Draco...what the fuck are you doing?"
Pulling out to suck on her clit, he muttered, "Sshh...calm down."
Moving his tongue down he buried his tongue deep in her chasm of wetness.
He let it rest for a few seconds before flicking the tip against her walls.
Hermione cried out loud and spasmed, more womanly juices oozed out.
Expertly moving his tongue in and out, he fucked her with his tongue.
She ground her pussy into his face, wanting that blissful release.
Chasing after the heat that rose from her toes, her breathing increased.
So intent on pleasure, Hermione didn't realize Draco had stopped and loomed over her with a smirk plastered across his face.
Forcefully he claimed her lips and with his hand, he guided his hard cock into her.
Her toes dug into the bedding as he widened her with his girth and filled her up.
When all of him had disappeared into her, he closed his eyes and throwing his head back, he growled.
"Fuck, you feel amazing," he groaned.
Burying himself in the crook of Hermione's neck, Draco started to move.
Teasingly slow at first, his head rubbed against her clit.
Grinding his teeth, Draco picked up the pace.
Her smooth legs went around him, locking him to her.
Summoning his discarded wand he waved it making the restraints disappear.
Their bodies slipped against the sweat, entwining his fingers through hers, he pinned her down.
Pushing her hard against the headboard, he fucked her hard till she screamed his name.
Her body trembled. She was wetter than an otter's pocket.
"Good girl..." Draco whispered his approval.
Grabbing her legs, he turned her sideways and entered her again.
Her back to his chest, he held her firmly around the stomach and drove into her lightly biting into the exposed flesh of her neck.
"Please tell me you are off the potion," he pleaded into her ear.
"Yes," she croaked.
A satisfied smile broke out and he pushed in hard spilling his seed into her.
He grabbed her arse and pushed himself in further until his balls dangled between her buttock cheeks.
From behind Draco placed a hand on her chest, his fingers rising and falling with each breath she took.
He kissed her head and then her neck, "I love you, Granger, Merlin help me, I love you so much."
Closing her eyes and resting her head on his shoulder, Hermione reached back and put her fingers through the silky blonde strands.
"You're my everything," she whispered lovingly.
Draco moved his hand to her abdomen, "I want a baby."
She placed her hand over his and whispered, "Me too."
Turning over, she put a leg over his body and snuggled into the warmth he ardently offered.
Sleep claimed them, the darkness stabbed only by their content breathing.
Days flew by and Hermione found herself with her heel stuck in the gutter outside the Ministry.
Cursing she freed herself and sprinted up the steps.
Hermione made a mental note to give the Floo Network a shot.
The only reason she never used it was because the smell of the powder made her nauseous.
Annoyed and muttering to herself, she walked past Brenda hardly noticing the girl.
Throwing her bag on her desk, she took off her coat and hung it up.
Once she settled in her seat, Brenda nervously poked her head into the room.
Hermione looked up and smiled, at once the young witch relaxed.
"The Minister requested your presence," she informed timidly,
Frowning, Hermione looked at the large clock and thought to herself, what could Kingsley possibly want this early in the morning.
Groaning, she pushed back her chair and got to her feet.
She knocked on the door and waited for approval to step inside.
"Come in," came Kingsley's loud and commanding voice from within.
Hermione gave the heavy doors a push and walked in.
Ryan stopped talking the minute she stepped into the enormous office.
"Morning Hermione," he greeted her warmly.
"Morning," she replied and turning to Kingsley she asked seriously, "You wanted to see me."
The Minister and visiting American shared a grave look.
Robes rustling, Ryan left the Minister's office closing the door behind him.
"Ah Granger, sit down," Kingsley said pointing to the empty chair.
Smoothing her skirt, Hermione sat down, crossed her legs and narrowed her eyes at the Minister.
Kingsley was a man of few words.
Reaching inside his large desk drawers he pulled out a thick yellow file and pushed it across the table towards her.
Curious, Hermione took it and opened it.
JOB OFFER - MISS HERMIONE JEAN GRANGER - SENIOR UNDERSECRETARY TO THE MINISTER OF MAGIC
POSITION – HEAD OF MAGICAL LEGISLATION
MINISTRY OF MAGIC – NEW YORK DIVISION – THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA
Hermione almost dropped the file, her eyes wide, she stared at Kingsley disbelievingly.
Kingsley smiled and started to explain, "The American Ministry of Magic has requested for a Head of Magical Legislation. It is a five-year contract.
Sighing, he continued, "Look, I believe this is a great opportunity. The job is perfect for you."
"Ryan and Justin have gone to great lengths to recommend you," he mused.
She tried her best to conceal the hurt, "Are you telling me to take the job?"
Laughing Kingsley shook his head, "Merlin knows I need you around here, but this is for your own good."
Looking at him curiously, she pressed, "What do you mean?"
Leaning against his large velvet chair, his eyes lit up in anger, "I had a rather unpleasant luncheon with Lord Thomas Canterbury the other day."
Hermione vaguely remembered meeting him at the Charity Ball. The Scottish Lord had made Narcissa nervous.
Her curiosity spiked, she asked inquisitively, "Unpleasant, how so Kingsley?
Taking a deep breath, he answered gravely, "Your name came up in passing."
Visibly taken back, Hermione questioned, "Mine?"
Kingsley nodded and continued, "And Malfoy, the pureblood families are rather concerned about Malfoy making you his wife."
Hermione gripped her seat, her fingernails digging into the plush velvet.
Angrily she blatantly said, "That is none of their business and has absolutely nothing to do with my career."
Staring at the fuming woman before him, Kingsley gave a curt nod, "I pointed that out and it will never matter as long as I am Minister but..."
"But what?" she shot back momentarily forgetting who she was conversing with.
His voice softened, "I will not be Minister forever, they are an influential bunch of fools."
Looking at her seriously, he added, "It would be wise of you to start fresh with Malfoy in another country at least for the time being."
Hermione stared at him too shocked to say anything.
Not noticing her obvious discomfort, Kingsley pressed forward, "Put some distance between yourself and England..and..er…Nott."
Her eyes narrowed at the mention of her late husband, "I do not wish to speak of Theo."
Ignoring her temper, Kingsley stated confidently, "Nott was a good man Hermione, so is Malfoy and you are an exceptional woman."
Gazing into Hermione's face, he said, "I care deeply about you from our Order days, this is merely advice I'm offering, whether you take it is completely up to you."
He played with his heavy black ring, "It would be unpleasant if these men and women decide to make things difficult not only for you but for Malfoy and I daresay Narcissa as well."
Hermione scoffed, "What could they possibly do?"
He fixed her with a look, "Don't be naive Hermione, you are aware of what they are capable of."
After a moment's thought, Kingsley added grimly, "The pen is mightier than the sword."
At that declaration, Hermione shot up, her body emitting frustration and rage.
Through clenched teeth, she said, "Thank you, Kingsley, I will think about it."
The Minister smiled and nodded.
Furious, she stormed out of the lavish office into her own.
Closing the door, she quickly cast a silencing charm.
Behind closed doors, Hermione wracked havoc inside her small space.
Books, files and papers scattered to the ground.
The beautiful snow globe she brought back from Rome fell to the floor and smashed into pieces.
Cursing aloud, Hermione bent to retrieve the pieces and cut herself on a jagged piece of glass.
Wincing in pain, she collapsed.
Thick red blood ran down her palm and onto the floor.
She felt nothing but the pain that gripped her heart.
Why couldn't everyone just let them be?
Kneeling on the hard floor of her office, she screamed and cried holding her chest.
The door handle jiggled.
"Hermione, please let me in," Ryan's concerned voice pierced through the sound of her loud sobs.
The wind rustled around her, she heard the strange muttering of incantations.
Minutes later, the door swung open and Ryan rushed in and closed it behind him.
He saw the blood first, kneeling at her side, he took her hand in his and ran a finger along the gash.
It healed before her eyes, through teary eyelids she looked at him in shock.
"You can do wandless magic?" Hermione asked staring into Ryan's face.
He nodded concentrating on her hand.
She quickly pulled her hand back from his grasp.
They got to their feet and Hermione waved her wand returning her room to its former glory.
Ryan stared at his feet at a loss for words.
Hermione stared at her healing gash and mumbled, "Thank you."
He turned on his heel and before exiting looked over his shoulder and muttered, "You're welcome."
She stared after the complicated man.
Ryan fell onto the couch in his office and stared at the ceiling.
He had seen her leaving Kingsley's office distraught and fuming.
On impulse, he had followed her, but her grief had gone straight to his core.
"Fuck," Ryan cursed aloud.
"Hermione," Draco's voice cut through her thoughts.
"Hmmm…." She answered looking up from her plate.
He eyed her suspiciously, "Are you ok? You haven't touched your food and you keep touching your palm."
Quickly, she took her hands off the table and placed them on her lap.
The silver ring was gone, hiding between the many layers of jewellery inside the box she kept for her precious items.
At times like this, Hermione wished she never took it off.
"What's wrong darling?" He asked looking over her lovingly.
Playing with her fingers, she answered, "Kingsley offered me a job in America."
Draco's fork dropped clumsily onto the plate.
"What?" He asked darkly.
Hermione avoided looking at him, she stared at the gash Ryan healed.
Wandless magic, it was so rare and difficult to master.
She only knew one other person who possessed the power and he was staring at her furiously.
Pushing his plate aside, Draco sneered, "This has something to do with the American fucktard, doesn't it?
Hermione raised her eyes to meet his, "I hardly think the Minister is into playing games. He wants me to take the job."
Draco laughed manically, "Does he now? Did you accept?"
Picking up her plate, she rose from her seat, "Don't be ridiculous, I wanted to talk to you about it."
He pushed the chair back and leaned against it, "You want to take it."
It was an accusation, not a question.
Taking a deep breath, she turned to face him squarely, "It is tempting, I won't lie." Then viciously added, "It would be a fresh start for us away from all the bigotry."
Draco got to his feet and went to stand by Hermione, his voice calm, "Our life is in England."
Without another word, he walked away leaving her to her disturbing thoughts.
Blaise rang the bell and stood back.
He adjusted his jacket and waited for someone to open the door.
A few seconds later, the door opened and Parvati stood wearing a pink figure-hugging dress and heels.
"You look lovely," he complimented her at once.
She blushed, "So do you..er...shall we get going?"
He offered her hand and he apparated them away.
The restaurant was nothing short of elegant.
Giving his name, the hostess graciously showed them to their table.
Parvati looked around and sat down quickly.
"What would you like to drink?" Blaise asked politely.
Nervous, she replied, "Scotch on the rocks please."
Blaise laughed, "I like a woman who can have a scotch with me."
He signalled a server.
Their conversation flowed and by the end of the evening, Blaise was smitten.
Taking her hand in his, Blaise escorted Parvati back to her flat.
She opened the door and invited him in.
"I had a really nice time," Parvati told him tossing her clutch onto the red couch.
Looking her dead in the face, he muttered, "So did I."
Pulling her to him, he kissed her hard.
Parvati melted into his embrace, it lasted a few minutes, reluctantly Blaise stepped away.
"This means something to me and I don't want to rush it and ruin it. Can I see you tomorrow?"
Parvati closed the distance between them and kissed him softly, "Yes you can and the day after and the day after that."
Laughing Blaise gathered her in his arms.
Bidding her goodnight, he stepped into the hall and apparated with a happy smile on his face.
Parvati touched her swollen lips and leaned against the door and sighed.
HARRY'S BIRTHDAY PARTY - 31ST JULY 2007
The streaming rays of sunlight filled the bedroom. It washed over every surface and settled on the face of a black-haired man.
He heard the sound of hurrying feet and cracked open an eye.
James jumped onto the bed and hugged his fathers head, "Happy Birthday…Happy Birthday."
Fully awake, Harry grabbed the toddler and tickled him.
Squealing in delight, the active toddler kicked and screamed.
Ginny walked in with a huge smile on her face, her red hair around her shoulders, wearing a blue nightdress and a chocolate cake with blazing candles.
He got to his feet and placed a loving kiss to his wife's lips.
"Happy birthday Harry. I love you," Ginny gushed holding the cake for him to blow out the candles.
"Make a wish," she reminded him lovingly.
"I have everything I have ever wanted," Harry replied adoringly.
James tugged on his pyjama bottoms and Harry picked him up.
Father and son closed their eyes and blew out the candles.
Dressed in his best Auror robes, Harry fastened the buttons.
Ginny put her arms around him and kissed him heatedly.
He wanted nothing more than to take his wife to bed.
Stepping into the Floo Network, he blew her a kiss and disappeared in a whiff of green smoke.
The minute he stepped out onto the Ministry floor, he was greeted by many wellwishers.
It soon became apparent that everyone knew it was his birthday.
Graciously accepting random strangers hugs and cards, he hurried his step and locked himself inside his office.
A knock on the door made him jump out of his skin.
Opening it a crack, he saw Hermione standing outside.
Pushing the door open, he grasped her wrist and quickly pulled her into the room.
She eyed him suspiciously, "Er…are you ok?"
"Too many well-wishers," he quipped.
Hermione laughed and gave him a quick hug, "Happy birthday Harry."
Another knock on the door made them both jump.
Ron opened the unlocked door and stepped in, "Happy birthday mate."
"Lock the door," Harry said tensely.
Ron did as he was told and looked at them curiously, "What the hell is going on?"
Rolling her eyes, Hermione replied, "Too many birthday wishes."
"Blimey Harry it must be brilliant to be you," Ron said earnestly.
"Only you would appreciate the attention," Hermione mused.
They sat across each other and chatted animatedly.
Their friendship blossomed with age, they easily slipped into conversation.
Abruptly Hermione got to her feet, she had a few rounds to do before submitting her reports.
Laughing absentmindedly, she bumped into a regally dressed gentleman holding an intricately carved cane.
Almost losing her balance, she grabbed the desk nearby to steady herself.
"I do apologize for my clumsiness," she retorted without looking at the person.
"That is quite all right Miss Granger," came the stern reply.
Hermione looked up and found herself looking into the strikingly blue eyes of Lord Thomas Canterbury.
Eyeing her, he said, "You are looking well."
Taking a step back, Hermione forced a smile and replied, "Thank you, you look well too."
He waved a gloved hand, "Ah we are nothing but old men trying to hold onto tradition."
Hermione smiled politely and tried to excuse herself when he interrupted her, "How is young Mr Malfoy?"
Looking him directly, she replied with confidence, "Draco is very well."
The aristocratic man nodded his approval, "That is good to know, he has potential. An untapped raw potential that we plan on bringing out."
She scoffed, earning a stern look from the man before her.
undeterred she quipped "You would be wise to run your plans by him. Draco is not a man who bends to another's will."
Lord Canterbury laughed sarcastically, "Yet you seem to have him dancing to your will like a puppet."
Smiling sweetly, Hermione replied, "You could not be more wrong sir."
Sneering, he took a step forward, "We are onto your little game Miss Granger."
Refusing to back down, Hermione stood her ground, "I assure you this is no game. I love Draco."
Smirking Lord Canterbury asked, "Did you love Theodore Nott?"
Hermione froze, her blood turned cold but her face softened, "More than you will ever know."
"Actions speak louder than words Miss Granger," He told her mockingly before turning away and heading towards the ancient elevator.
Hurrying to her office, Hermione closed the door and leaned against it.
Do not cry, do not give them the fucking satisfaction.
They had no right tarnishing her love for Theo and poisoning it with their venomous gossip.
How could she bring a child into this?
Everyone would shun him or her.
She touched her stomach protectively.
The day took a turn for the worst.
Moodily, she shuffled around the flat watching Draco pull out his clothes.
From the corner of her eye, Hermione saw him watch her intently.
An hour went by and they were now flirting with the time.
"Hermione, hurry up darling," Draco called out impatiently looking at the watch she gifted him.
"I'm coming," she answered reaching for her earrings.
Draco heard the heels, he looked up and he stared at her.
"What?" She asked in alarm.
She was wearing a halter front cut romper in a rich blue colour.
The necklace and pendant he gave rested against her skin just above the cleavage.
She had piled the brown mess of curls on top of her head allowing a few to adorn her face.
"You look stunning babe," Draco told her his eyes glazing over with lust.
Hermione replied bashfully, "Thank you."
She eyed her boyfriend
All black of course but he wore it so well.
It baffled her how he could wear the same colour time and time again but come off looking handsome each time.
"Pick up the gift will you darling," Hermione said, bending to adjust the strap on her four-inch heel.
They had gotten the birthday boy a new Auror wand holder, shirt and a custom pair of cufflinks that carried his initials.
Present in hand Draco sat down on the couch a drink in his hand.
Lazily he held it up to the light, the amber liquid danced in the dim light.
"Draco, come on," Hermione said impatiently.
"Come here Granger," Draco instructed seductively.
Sighing, she replied, "Babe, we don't have time for games."
"Now Hermione!," his raised voice echoed off the walls.
She went to stand close to him, hands-on hip she asked hotly, "Whaaaat?"
Grabbing her wrist, he pulled her onto his lap.
Kissing her earlobe, he whispered, "You look ravishing, kind of makes me want to skip the party."
Hermione laughed and straddled him, "Is that so Mr Malfoy?"
Cupping her face, Draco looked into her eyes, they lit up in wanting and concern, "Are you ok? You were not yourself earlier."
Her face fell but she hid it from him, planting a quick kiss to his lips she got off.
Letting a smile work its way onto her face, she replied, "I'm fine darling."
She offered her hand and he took it eagerly.
Gathering her in his arms, he muttered, "Take us there Miss Granger."
The sounds of the party inside drifted towards them.
Music laced with the jovial and humourous chatter told them that were late.
Smoothing her romper, Hermione rang the doorbell.
Seconds later Molly opened the door.
Putting her arms around them, she held them close, "Hermione dear, Draco how lovely to see you."
They walked in and Draco closed the door behind them, he took her hand in his and looked impressively at the massive crowd that had gathered.
Blaise was already there with Parvati and to their shock, he was having an animated conversation with Pansy.
"Pans?" Draco muttered in disbelief.
Pansy put her hands on her hip and smirked, "Don't look so bloody surprised."
When Draco did not make an effort to conceal his surprise, Pansy grinned, "Close your mouth Draco, stop drooling all over that new shirt."
Laughing he bent to give her a quick peck, "What the bloody hell are you doing here?"
She threw him a look, "Rude much, Malfoy."
An answer to his question came in the form of Neville Longbottom, "Here you go darling. He held out a champagne flute."
Pansy smiled warmly at the man and took the flute graciously.
Neville looked up and smiled broadly at Hermione.
Leaning in he gave her a quick peck on the cheek, "It is great to see you. How are you?"
Hermione smiled and replied, "I'm very well Neville. It is lovely to see Pansy and you..er...together."
Draco stared at Blaise over the top of Hermione's head.
He hid a laugh uncomfortably and shrugged.
"Malfoy, good to see you," Neville greeted.
Taking Neville's hand, Draco shook it firmly, "Longbottom, good to see you."
"MIONE!" came Ginny's voice.
They exchanged air kisses and Harry came up to them from the far corner of the room.
"Happy birthday Harry, again," Hermione hugged him and Draco shook his hand before handing over his gift.
"You really shouldn't have," Harry gushed embarrassed.
Ginny rolled her eyes and kissed his cheek, "It's your birthday darling, just take the gift."
The group of mismatched individuals laughed. Everyone belonged.
Ginny put her hand through Hermione's and led her to the other room.
Neville walked alongside with Harry before going to resume his earlier chat with Ron and Percy.
Parvati went over to talk to Lavender who fussed over Rose.
The Slytherin Silver Trio stood watching them move out of earshot.
Draco mused, "Spill it, Pansy, what the fuck?"
Blaise laughed out aloud unable to hold it back any longer.
Raising an eyebrow, Draco quipped, "Neville Longbottom?"
Pansy shot them a look of disgust, "Pot, kettle much? You fuckers are both dating Gryffindors."
Putting his arms up in defeat, Draco nodded and then said, "But it's Longbottom."
"And he is a gentleman, daddy loves him," Pansy told them seriously. Her gaze shifting to where Neville was standing with Harry.
Her eyes glazed over longingly and Draco and Blaise burst out laughing.
Playfully, she punched them, "Stop it!"
Blaise rubbed his arm, "Ok I'm done, sorry Pans."
Affectionately cupping her face, Draco retorted, "I am truly happy for you."
She smiled at him and replied, "Thank you, Drake."
A short burst of laughter and Blaise quipped, "But still it is Longbottom."
Throwing him a nasty look, Pansy shot back defensively, "Shut the fuck up Blaise, Neville's got a bigger cock than you."
That shut Blaise up for good.
Draco roared with laughter, "Mine's still the biggest, right Pans?"
Rolling his eyes, Blaise laughed, "Slut!"
She joined the laughter, "Man whore."
Abruptly Pansy gathered them in her arms and hugged them tightly, "I have missed you buggers."
They returned her hug.
She sipped her drink and stood between them giving them the low down on every one that passed.
Discreetly, she pointed to the far corner of the room, "Hannah Abbott currently dating Justin Finch Fletchley but he's leaving soon and from the way she's checking you out Drake, I'd say she wants to get to know you better."
Draco lazily looked at Pansy and asked, "How have you been Pans?"
Draining her drink, she answered excitedly, "Working with daddy, learning the trade."
Slightly pouting, she added, "Why have you fuckers not contacted me?"
Draco was about to answer when Teddy ran up to them.
"Little man," Blaise greeted him warmly.
"Teddy!" Draco ruffled the boy's hair noticing how tall he had grown.
Having excused herself to get a drink, Hermione stood at the bar waiting for it.
She felt a hand at her back and voice in her ear, "You get better with age."
Hermione stepped to the side and turned, "While you seem to be getting senile."
Ron laughed and asked, "Why must you be such a bitch to me, Mione?"
She shook her head incredulously, "Because your comments upset your wife."
Ron rolled his eyes, "She knows I love her."
Looking to her side, she quipped, "Aha, is that why she's glaring at you?"
He took a sip and ignored her comment.
"How's the shop?" Hermione asked with genuine interest.
His brow creased, "Loud, messy and busy."
She raised an eyebrow, "That's er...good?"
Running his hand through his flaming red hair, he retorted, "I've been thinking about returning to Auror training."
Hermione nodded her approval, "That's good if that's what you want."
Ron turned to eye Draco laughing at something Pansy said, "You seem pretty serious about the ferret."
Making a face, Hermione warned, "Please don't call him that and to answer your question, yes I am."
Shifting his feet, he mumbled, "Just be careful love."
"Why do you say that?" Hermione asked hurriedly.
He looked into her concerned face, "You are one of my best friends, I care about you very much."
"Ron, what's wrong?" She asked touching his hand.
Looking uncomfortable, he continued, "I've been hearing gossip about the two of you. I hear things and I'm worried about you that's all."
Her face fell, "What kind of things?"
Lavenders voice rang out, Ron turned to look at the glaring woman, "Look my wife needs me, I promise we will talk soon."
Disturbed and thoroughly upset, Hermione took her drink and slowly walked up to Draco.
He put his arm around her waist and brought her closer to him, kissing the top her head, he muttered, "Your upset again, what's wrong?"
"Nothing darling," she reached up and kissed him.
"Love the dress Granger," Pansy cooed.
Hermione smiled, "Thank you! You look stunning."
Pansy grinned, "I try my best."
Turning to her date, Parvati timidly asked, "Blaise would you like to dance?"
Kissing her hand, he replied eagerly, "Sure love."
Draco smirked at Blaise and turning to Hermione, he offered his hand, "Miss Granger, would you do me the honour?"
She curtsied and took his hand.
Pansy nursed her drink and watched the other couples on the floor. Where the bloody fuck was Neville?
Sensing his girlfriend's obvious agitation, Neville rushed over to Pansy.
Dropping a kiss to her cheek, he asked amused, "They teased you about us?"
Pansy laughed, "Mercilessly."
He kissed her hand lovingly.
Draco twirled Hermione and pulled her close to his body, "Tell me, Granger, what's going on in that beautiful mind of yours?"
She locked eyes with him, "Do you ever think of leaving England?"
He seemed thoughtful, "There was a time I wanted to run away from everything here."
"And now?" Hermione probed timidly.
His tone serious and final, he replied firmly, "This is my home, my country its where I belong. Though I travel and have companies across the globe, I always look forward to coming home."
Visibly upset, she looked away and sighed.
Cupping her face and tipping her chin to face him, he asked concerned, "Is this about Kingsley's offer?"
There was little point in lying to the man she loved, "To an extent, yes it is."
Draco took a deep breath and asked, "Are you actually considering it?"
Hermione shrugged, "No...er...I don't know Draco."
That was the truth, she had no clue what she wanted.
In barely a whisper, she added, "It would be nice to get away from prying eyes and harsh judgement."
He snarled in anger, "I will not run away and leave my country because of some bigoted fools who believe we aren't meant for each other."
She felt the tears accumulate, "Draco, you don't understand."
Kissing her gently, he whispered sternly, "This is hardly the time and place for this conversation."
Under his breath, he muttered again darkly, "I will not run away from a bunch of old fools."
Unable to control herself, Hermione shot back, "It's not an act of cowardice besides they aren't targeting you."
Draco pressed his lips down hard and sneered, "Let them say whatever the fuck they want."
Grasping her shoulders, he looked into her eyes, she could see the seriousness in them, "I will never leave you. Don't you trust me?"
Hermione reached and touched his face lovingly, "Of course, I do."
Kissing her lips, he whispered against them, "Let's enjoy ourselves besides you already turned it down."
Hermione smiled weakly.
She had done no such thing, instead what she had done was tell Kingsley that she would think about it.
Little did she know that Draco would have such a negative reaction towards the whole idea.
Letting it go, Hermione melted into his arms.
He twirled her around the floor, pulling her close to his body as they danced in rhythm to the music.
Hermione looked around her.
Ginny carried James, Harry had his arm protectively around his wife.
Ron placed a kiss to Lavender's noise lovingly and picked up his daughter Rose.
Molly, Arthur, Percy, Bill and George Weasley laughed at a joke Percy's wife Penelope made.
Andromeda spoke to Fleur and they watched Teddy speak with Victoire animatedly.
Blaise gazed adoringly into Parvati's face and she shyly looked away.
Her thoughts went to her beloved parents and Narcissa.
How could she bear to leave any of them...
Saving the best for last, she looked up at the handsome platinum blonde man holding onto her and looking at her full of love.
The people around her were the reason she needed to crush the dangerous notions rising in her head.
Hermione put her arms around Draco and pulled him closer to her body.