Chapter 11
The next morning, Draco dressed himself for Hermione's coronation. His servants had laid out a emerald velvet coat with silver lining. Draco couldn't help but smirk at the Slytherin colours. Even in this era, they were his favourites. He walked with his guards to the great hall, where he was instructed to wait for the coronation. He wouldn't be part of it, of course. He would just on the sidelines, as he wasn't the king, or married to the queen. The hall was packed with people and beautifully decorated with flowers and feathers. After a couple of minutes, the trumpets sounded, announcing the arrival of the queen to be. There were a couple of important looking people standing in front of the crowds, their backs towards the throne. Next to them was a table with a red pillow. On top of it, laid the crown Hermione would soon be wearing. All eyes turned to the door as they swung open, Draco's did as well. His eyes grew big as he watched her walk in. Hermione was wearing a red and gold dress, Gryffindor colours. The dress hugged the upper part of her body just right and the ofshoulder bodice showed her collarbones. A little below her waist, her dress flared into a massive skirt made of red velvet, adorned with patterns of gold. The dress trailed after her for what seemed like miles. Her hair was braided but some strands of her unruly hair had escaped their assigned place. His breath caught in his throat as he watched her ascend the stairs towards the throne. She knelt down, and words were spoken. Draco didn't even register what was said. Hermione's head was bowed as the important-looking people spoke. They handed her a scepter made of gold adorned with rubies, which she held in her little tiny pale hand. Then it happened, they grabbed the crown. It was big and heavy, also made of gold and adorned with opals and rubies. They lifted it to the skies before carefully placing it on her head. It fit her perfectly.
"All hail the queen, long may she reign" the person in front of Hermione stated and the sentence was repeated by the crowd. Hermione rose to her feet and walked over to the throne, carefully sitting down. Draco could see that she was trying her best to not look scared or nervous. Her neck was extended and her shoulders were tense. He could see every tendant in her neck strain. She held her head high as she oversaw her subjects and her eyes fell on him. She managed a soft smile and stood.
"My beloved subjects, I am so honoured to be your queen and I will try my best to be the queen you all deserve. But as a queen, I will need someone by my side to help me achieve that goal." A soft murmur sounded through the hall. "I have found someone who will help me be a good queen, a righteous queen, a just queen. I have found someone that I believe will make me a better queen than I could be on my own. So I am pleased to announce that my engagement to Draco, the crown prince of England, will soon result in our wedding as I want him at my side for this part of my journey." She finished and reached her hand out to him.
Draco smiled at her and took it eagerly. "Are you sure about this?" he whispered. She smiled at him .
"I know what I want." He took his place next to Hermione and scanned the hall. The person Draco was looking for was standing in the shadows, glaring at him. Draco enjoyed the look on his face. He won.
After the coronation, there was a feast. But Draco and Hermione didn't stay long. He dragged her through the hallway into an empty room, a library. "You do understand what you just did, didn't you?" he whispered, closing the door.
Hermione stood in the centre of the room, her huge skirt gathered in her hands. "I do" she confirmed.
"Every one of Davenport's men will be coming for you" he hissed. The euphoric feeling of having bested James didn't last long when he thought things through.
"I don't care" she smirked. He walked over to her.
"Hermione, this is your life we're talking about." He grabbed her hands and her skirt felt to the floor in a bundle.
"I know that! But I won't live in fear" she hissed.
Draco grunted and turned his back to her. "How can you be this reckless. If something happens to either of us, there will be no going back home!" he yelled.
"There is no going home anyway, Draco! Neither of us has magic! We're stuck here, don't you understand?" she retorted. "
You can't know that" he leaned against a bookcase.
"Don't be stupid, Draco, we haven't got any magic, there is literally no way of travelling back to the future!" She hissed.
"You don't realize what you've just done" he hissed, stalking over to her and grabbing her face in his hands. "We might both die here, you do understand that, right, we might both die because of what you did." His hands were on either side of her face, holding on to her face and shaking with every word he said.
"I know what I want" she repeated, her eyes set on him. He fell silent, he was panting, looking at her for a second. She was very calm and collected, her chest rising and falling at a steady pace. He gave himself a moment to wrap his mind around what she was saying. Only a moment though, because the next seconds his lips crashed onto hers. He clung to her as if she was the air he needed to survive. His hands clasping her face and his body pressing into hers. He felt her hands sneak into his hair, carefully wrapping her fingers into his locks and tugging softly. His tongue slowly travelled over her lips and she opened her mouth to invite him. Her tongue met his and he tasted her. It felt like an explosion was happening in his head. His mind was foggy with her taste and her smell and it felt like there was nothing in this world but this room and the both of them, involved in each other. His hands grabbed her waist and he lifted her atop the desk in the centre of the room, placing his body between her legs. Hermione gasped and pulled him closer, her hand digging into the back of his neck. Her other hand travelled to the hem of his shirt and carefully slid underneath it. Draco hissed at the contact of her cold hand with his skin, but reveled in the feeling none the less. His hands tugged at her hair, pulling her lips towards him, tasting her. Hermione unbuttoned his shirt and broke the kiss. He gasped as he felt her lips on his chest, her hands pulling his cloak and shirt of his shoulders. He was standing bare-chested before her and her soft hands explored every inch of his exposed skin. He grabbed her face in his hands and pulled her up to meet his lips once more. His hands slid behind her back and he carefully started tugging at the laces of her dress. He loosened them and the red fabric slid of her body and pooled at her feet. She was wearing a black corset underneath, not lavish, but simple and a black tulle skirt. He took a step back to look at her. What she was wearing now would qualify as a dress in their own era, but Draco flushed slightly as he looked at her. She was beautiful and he felt like he was committing a sin by looking at her in this outfit. She didn't let him think on it too long, because she grabbed the back of his neck and pulled her back towards him. He responded by grabbing her skirt and reaching underneath to grab her thighs. He lifted her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist, clinging to him while her lips were devouring his. Her head towered over him slightly, so her curls fell in his face. He reached one hand to intertwine his fingers in them. Draco didn't know what would have happened if there hadn't sounded a knock on the door. He quickly let Hermione slide to the floor, his hands still grasping at her waist.
"One moment please" she yelled at the door. He watched as she picked up her dress and turned her back to him, her hair gathered in her hands. He understood and quickly laced her dress back up. He did the same thing with his own clothes. She walked to the door but he caught her hand, holding her in place. Their eyes met and at that moment he knew that neither of them knew what this meant, so he let her go and she exited the room.
Hermione walked out of the room to find Lord McCarty standing there. "Your advisors are looking for you, my queen" he bowed. She nodded. "I'll go and meet them. I would imagine that they aren't too happy with me at the moment." Lord McCarthy didn't say anything and he gestured her to follow him. Hermione straightened her hair on the way, tucking some of the unruly curls back in their place. She thought back of what just had happened. It had been a gamble on her part. She had thought that Draco might have not felt what she had been feeling these past days so she had remained vague. But the moment his lips had touched hers, everything had felt exactly right. It felt as though that was the way it was intended to be. She knew she took a risk announcing her engagement and confirming it again. But she didn't want anyone else at her side. She didn't trust anyone else. As they walked the hallways, she saw James walking towards her. "My queen, I'd like a word." He hissed, sounding slightly put off. "I don't have time right now" she answered. "It's important" he whispered. "It will have to wait" she responded before walking on towards the end of the hall, leaving James standing with his fists clenched.
As Draco exited the room minutes later, he, too, found James walking towards him. Draco rolled his eyes and started walking in the opposite direction but he caught up with him and slammed him into the wall. Draco's head hit the stone and he was sure he heard a crack. "You do not get to have her" James hissed, his mouth next to Draco's mouth. "And what are you going to do about that?" Draco smirked. It was definitely like poking an angry dragon, but he couldn't help himself. Draco heard voices down the hall. James pushed himself of Draco. "Don't get to comfortable, Draco" he hissed before stalking off.
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