Magical Blood
Chapter Eight
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"So, Ginny knows," said Hermione.
"Huh," said Draco, distracted by his Arithmancy homework.
"Ginny knows," she said again.
"Is that why you guys were looking at me this morning?" he asked.
She nodded.
"At least you have someone to talk to now," he said. "If I annoy you, you can go of and talk to Weaslette," he said.
"I don't think she'll appreciate that nickname," she said.
Draco shrugged.
There was a knock on the portrait and a shout of Hermione.
"Ron," groaned Hermione.
"Want to go for a fly?" asked Draco.
After their wedding and honeymoon. Draco had persuaded Hermione to get on a broom and try flying. She wasn't confident on her own, but she didn't mind flying when it meant being wrapped in her husband's strong arms.
She nodded.
He grabbed his broom, popped open the window and hovered outside. Hermione clambered onto the window sill before she got on the broom in front of Draco. They took of and the knocking on their portrait continued until the portrait woke up and told them there was none in and ordered them to leave – they had woken her after all.
The Malfoy's knew that soon they would have to share their union. They knew someone would find them out but for now they were content staring at the sunset high in the sky.
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