Draco hummed to himself happily as he entered the kitchen of his aunt's home, reaching for a glass he filled it with cold water and took a deep sip.
"Miss Granger's visits sure do brighten your day," his mother commented, Draco jumped at the sound of her voice, turning to where she sat at a table on the far side of the room.
"I didn't see you there, mother," he commented approaching the table quietly.
"No I'd gathered that," his mother replied, glancing down at a book before her, she had a muggle pen in hand.
"What are you doing," he asked glancing at the strange puzzle she had before her.
"Oh it's a crossword book, your uncle suggested it to me, there isn't much to do here," she said, Draco had no idea what a crossword was, so he nodded, taking a seat opposite her.
"There aren't that many things to do here, it can get rather boring," he agreed, his mother raised her head frowning at him.
"Draco, I hope you aren't fornicating with Miss Granger because you are bored," she said her lips pursed disapprovingly.
"Mother," he spoke aghast by the suggestion.
"She seems like a lovely girl, she helped us get out of a horrible situation and comes here weekly to help you with your education, I hope you aren't taking advantage of her generosity and kindness," his mother spoke, her eyes serious.
"Mum I would never," he told her.
"So you like the girl," she asked.
"I do," he nodded.
"What are your intentions towards her," she asked him.
"I thought she could be my girlfriend," he replied.
"Have you asked her, you know Muggleborn's aren't as rigid as us when it comes to relationships. Where we often court one person, they can be promiscuous with others. You need to define the relationship, tell her you don't want it to be casual if that's what you want," his mother told him.
"Hermione isn't exactly sleeping around besides, we only kissed a couple a weeks ago, I can't exactly declare my intent to marry the witch," he laughed.
"Nobody said anything about marriage my son, tell her what you want out of it, she's a pretty witch who probably has many suitors after her affection, suitors who get the opportunity to see and woo her more than once a week," his mother said, rising from the table, her cup of tea in hand.
Draco paced anxiously in front of the fireplace waiting for the floo to activate and bring the girl he'd been all a tizzy over since the previous weekend when he'd had his awkward conversation with his mother.
"I don't want you seeing other wizards," he blurted as Hermione spun in to view.
"What," the girl asked confused, as she stepped out of the fireplace, brushing soot off of her muggle outfit.
"Hermione, I don't want you to date other wizards, my mother pointed out that you likely have other suitors, how can you not your beautiful, kind and smart," he told her, taking her small hand in his larger one. Hermione smiled at him bemused.
"Go on," she encouraged.
"I want to be your only paramour," he said seriously," Hermione chuckled.
"Draco what makes you think you aren't," she asked.
"My mother said," Hermione shook her head, leaning in to give him a sweet kiss.
"Don't listen to your mother, I'm a one wizard kind of girl," she told him seriously, lacing their fingers together.
"So you'll be my girlfriend," he asked.
"I thought I already was," she told him, Draco grinned pulling her in for another kiss, one much more heated than the first.