Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter, or any of the related characters. The Harry Potter series is created by JK Rowling and owned by Warner Bros. This fanfiction is intended for entertainment only. All rights of the original Harry Potter story belong to Warner Bros.

A/N: Hi :) We are sisters working on this fanfiction together. I am Kate (the person who writes the majority of the story), and my sister Sarah writes the occasional romantic scene (and adds too many commas). This is the first Harry Potter fanfiction we've worked on, so pls no hate. 3

Chapter 1

"Smack! She just slapped me right across the face. Trust me, it hurt more than I let on," Draco told Ginny and Dean, who were sitting opposite of Draco and Hermione in a booth at the Leaky Cauldron.

"That was the moment I knew I loved her." He looked over at Hermione with a smile forming on his face.

Hermione smiled and gave him a light kiss on the cheek.

"Then I don't think I can say that we fell in love at the same moment," she said with a laugh.

"I wish that we knew that quickly. It took a relationship with Harry," Ginny faltered at the name, "to see that I was holding back from Dean." She playfully nudged Dean upon saying this.

"We better get going," Dean said, grabbing some galleons and sickles from his satchel. He laid them on the table, "It'll cover all of us, nice seeing you again as well." Ginny and Dean then proceeded to walk out, hand in hand.

Draco and Hermione waved and gathered their belongings.

All of a sudden, Harry broke through the windows riding on his Nimblebit 6001, the newest broomstick in town.

"Expelliarmus!" Harry shouted, pointing his ward toward Draco.

Harry grabbed Hermione by her waist and flew out, so fast that neither of the couple could react.

"Put the windows on my tab!" Harry yelled as he flew out a broken window.

Hermione was unsure what in the wizarding world Harry was doing, but she was familiar with the feeling. She figured that this must be extremely important for Harry to act this abruptly, but even for him, this was bizarre.

They zipped through the air, Hogsmeade passing beneath them. They finally landed, after a long ride, at Grimmauld Place.

"Potter, are you going to explain yourself?" Hermione spat with a stern glare.

"Oh, you've definitely been spending too much time with Malfoy," Harry retorted.

"You're Potter for now because I thought that Harry, my friend, wouldn't pick me up while I was on a date and take me to this place!" Hermione said, gesturing to the scene around them.

"I just needed to warn you about Draco, he has Black magic radiating around him. I can feel it."

"I believe you mean dark magic."

"No, Black as in the Black family." Harry corrected, clearly annoyed, "When I was going through some old stuff at Grimmauld Place, I found an old journal taking about some sort of Black family prophecy."

"Why didn't you just wait for me to finish my date and then politely tell me about this?"

"Er, I just had a feeling something bad was about to happen," Harry told Hermione, unsure how to explain how he felt. Hermione didn't respond but scoffed at the absurdity of Harry's statement.

Hermione got off the broom and joined Harry inside the house. It was much different from when she last saw it, it was really cleaned up. Hermione could tell that this was the work of Harry's house elf, Kreacher. Harry led Hermione into Sirius's former room and showed her the journal he had mentioned earlier. After thoroughly reading through the pages, Hermione turned to Harry.

"I don't believe in curses, Harry, you know that."

"But you don't want Malfoy to be in trouble, do you?"

Hermione furrowed her brow. Of course, she cared about Draco, but this prophecy and curse seem like a whole bunch of codswallop.

"Well, I better go tell Draco," Hermione started sarcastically, "that he's in mortal danger."

"Just ask him, he might know something about it," Harry said as he led Hermione out the door.

"You're just itching to try to start something, it's been so long since something has happened," Hermione told Harry with a smirk, as they sat on the broom. Harry just rolled his eyes, and they took off.

As soon as Hermione got to her home in Godric's Hollow, she sent an owl to Draco informing him that she is safe, and also wrote about the supposed "Black Family Curse."

Hermione was convinced that the curse was utterly fictional, but being herself, she still wanted to research. She took the floo to Flourish and Blotts to find some books on the subject. Hermione always knew the best place to check for books. It's a place she discovered in her Seventh year at Hogwarts. Hermione entered the shop and immediately went to the second floor, where she then entered a door into Draco's private section of the bookshop. She was a bit surprised to see Draco in the room as well, but she wasn't sure if he noticed her.

"I hope we aren't looking for a book on the same subject," Hermione said, breaking the silence in the room.

Draco spun around, and his eyes lit up when he saw her. He placed the book he was looking at on a nearby table and sped toward Hermione.

"I'm glad Potter didn't do anything to you," Draco said while he gave Hermione a short embrace. Hermione could tell the sense of relief in his voice, mixed with anger when he mentioned Harry's name.

"It's good to see you too," Hermione said, grabbing his hands, "Now, please don't tell me you are looking for information on the Black Family Curse."

"You should know me better by now Hermione, if I'm ever the one in danger, I'll spare no expense to save myself," Draco said with a smirk. Hermione rolled her eyes and focused on the book open on the short table beside them.

"What's this for?"

Draco picked up the book Hermione was referring to and showed her the cover.

"A book about Australia? What are you reading that for?" She asked.

"Wow. For the brightest witch of our age, you're pretty dense," Draco teased, "I want to meet your parents."

Draco's face was barely an inch away from Hermione's. He leaned in for a kiss, but then he heard a cough from the doorway.

Draco sighed, "It's only fair I meet yours since you've obviously met mine. Hello father."

Lucius stood leaning on the doorway, looking as if he hadn't aged a day. He still had the same pointed features, with his long white-blonde hair pulled back. The white hairs of his age matched flawlessly with his hair. He wore a long black cloak, hemmed with silver. Under the cloak, he had a white blouse, similar to the one Draco wore. He had on black slacks, polished shoes, with his usual walking stick, which contained his wand.

"Ah, Miss Granger." Lucius said in a slow drawled tone, "it's been too long since we've last seen each other." Lucius stood upright and took a step forward in a smooth motion. His eyes bore into Hermione's, making her quite uncomfortable.

"Mr. Malfoy, I would like to talk to your wife, Narcissa." Hermione quickly demanded, earning a curious glance from Draco.

"As you wish," Lucius responded, his eyes growing icy. In the second, Lucius apparated away. Draco looked at Hermione curiously, really unsure what her intent with his mother was.

"Will you stop looking at me like that?" Hermione said as she turned to face Draco.

"What is it you want with my mother?" Draco asked, paying no attention to Hermione's mood.

"She might know about the Black Family Curse since she grew up in that family."

"You'd think she would have mentioned it before," Draco muttered, rolling his eyes, "But, my family is not the most open to one another."

"It's worth a try, we don't want an evil curse floating around you," Hermione joked. Draco then grabbed her hand and apparated to Malfoy Manor.