Magical Blood
Chapter Five
Owls came swooping into the great hall. Normal owls mixed with ministry owls and daily prophet owls.
Across the hall of Gryffindor and a Slytherin shared a look. When they got no match, mouths would start talking and maybe speculations would start to arise.
People were confused when they didn't get an envelope but they were few in number. Four being Pansy, Draco, Ron and Hermione.
"Looks like you where wrong"
"What?" asked Hermione.
"About your pairing. Neither of us have an envelope," said Ron. "So, we have to be paired together."
"Neither have Parkinson and Malfoy," commented Ginny.
"The ministry would never pair us with one if them," said Ron. "Slytherin's and Gryffindor just don't mix."
Just then a small clumsy owl flew in amongst others it dropped an envelope in front of Ron and flew off. In the meantime, Pansy, had also received one so it was just Hermione and Draco without.
Breakfast was soon over and the Slytherin's and Gryffindor's headed down to the dungeons for potions.
"Why can't you just switch envelopes and we get married?" he asked.
"Ronald I do not partake in bigamy." she answered, before she entered the classroom.
Bemused Ron stood in the doorway as his brain tried to fathom what Hermione had said.
"Go and sit down Weasley," ordered a voice.
Ron hurried to his seat as Snape swept into the classroom. "Professor Slughorn has taken ill. You are very fortunate that only this period is my free one.
His eyes clamped onto Seamus who was twirling his wand in his hand.
"There will be no foolish wand waving in this class Mr Finnigan."
Snape walked up and down the aisle watching as the ingredients were chopped and the potions prepped. He stopped near Harry and Ron.
"Harry. What does bigamy me?" asked Ron.
"Being married to more than one person at once Weasley," answered Snape, as he walked past.
Everything happened suddenly. Ron leaped up and as he did his knees came in contact with his table. The table up turned, his caldron flew in the air and in front of his Seamus was the unlucky person to get the grey/ green sludge that was Ron's potion all over him.
"Hermione, are you married to two people?" he asked.
Everyone looked at her.
"No Ronald I'm not, you would be the second."
As she focused on Ron her hair dipped into her potion and the end of it made a fizzing sound. Next to her Draco was smirking at the entertainment but reached over to pull his wife's hair out of the purple potion. In doing so the light caught his wedding band making it glinted. Pansy noticed and began to whimper.
"Malfoy who are you married to?" asked Potter.
"Enough everyone back to work!" shouted Snape. "Weasley and Potter start again. Finnigan you should be fine."
The class turned back to their potions but all thoughts were on who the Slytherin King was married to.
"Tongues are going to start wagging Granger," muttered Draco.
"Not a Granger anymore, Malfoy," she whispered.
He rolled his eyes. "Malfoy." He muttered.
"Much better," she smiled, as she made a final stir of the caldron.
"Oh, you do realise you fizzled off some of your hair before?" asked Draco.
She looked down at her hair to see a couple of inches missing from a small section. "I'll re grown it later."
"When do you think the wonder, twins will start questioning you?" asked Draco.
"As soon as this lessons is finished," she said.
"Fancy eating in tonight?" he asked, dropping his voice, as she ladled some of their potion into a vial.
"You just my meatballs and spaghetti again," she said.
"That and to get away from the stares that both of us will get," he said. "If we're secret I can't protect you."
"Ok dinner in," she said, as Snape announced the end of the lesson.
As the class headed up the corridor. Draco could already hear Harry and Ron pestering Hermione with questions.
"So, mate," said Blaise, falling into step with him. "Who you married to?"
"None of your business," he said.
"You're a lucky sod getting out of this marriage law," said Blaise.
"I know I am. I got to choose who I wanted to marry," said Draco. "Who'd you get?"
"Daphne which is convenient since I already have a marriage contract with her," said Blaise.
"I don't think the ministry will overlook those," said Draco.
"Didn't you have with Astoria?" asked Blaise.
"Null and void," said Draco.
"Does she know that?" asked Blaise.
"I should imagine her father told her," said Draco.
"Good luck mate because she's heading for you," he said, ducking into his classroom.
Draco looked up and spotted Astoria coming down the hallway towards him. Her eyes were locked on him. He ran his left hand though his hair his wedding ring glinting, it slowed her in her motions allowing him to dart into his classroom.
The head dorm was filled with the delectable tangy smell of tomatoes and garlic as Draco walked in.
"Smells good," he said.
Hermione walked out of the kitchen.
"My, my Mrs Malfoy. Is that a class of white wine?" he asked.
"Indulge me," she said. "It's been a hell of a day."
"Yeah same. Can I have a glass?" he asked.
She headed back into the kitchen and came out with a glass. He downed half of it in one gulp and then the other half straight after.
"Ok so I had Harry, Ron and then Ginny firing questions at me," she said. "You?"
"Blaise, Pansy and I've spent half the day avoiding Astoria Greengrass," he said.
"Why?" she wondered, as they headed back into the kitchen.
"I was meant to be marrying her," he said.
"She got paired with?" she asked. "How?"
"Now she probably didn't she probably got someone else which is why she's after me," he said. "We had a contract."
"Oh," said Hermione.
"Which was null and void the minute I put that ring on your finger," he said. "It wasn't legally binding. I was allowed to choose my own bride. Father wasn't to please when he heard about it but mother terminated the contract."
"So, to her that is basically rejection," she said.
"Suppose it is. Anyway, she saw the ring so she knows I'm married," he said. "I don't think that will deter her."
A knock sounded though the hall. "Draco!"
"Keep stirring," said Hermione, poking to the sauce. "I'll get rid of her."
She opened the door. "Can I help you?"
"I need to talk to Draco," said Astoria.
"He's not here," said Hermione.
"I saw him go in," she said. "He's not come out."
"He's just gone for a fly. Used the window," said Hermione. "I think he said he was heading to the quidditch pitch."
Astoria turned on her heel and stormed off. The door closed and Draco started laughing.
"You really a devious," he smirked.
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Gabriella Somerfield