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Chapter Nine- In which Hermione Meets the Mother-In-Law
Wearing the emerald green robes Draco had given her for Christmas, Hermione climbed the steps of the Malfoy Manor. 'Look her in the eyes, don't blink too much, breathe' she instructed herself. //She's not a hippogriff Hermione, calm down.// This comment of course did not earn him brownie points. She had spent the entire day worrying about meeting the dreaded would-be mother-in-law. This was it, her one and only chance to make sure her daughters knew her father's side of the family. When a house elf opened the door she frowned. 'Maybe I don't want them to know his side.'
"Wrath this is my fiancée, Hermione Granger."
She bent a little to shake the elf's hand, but it glared at her icily. She pulled back slowly almost ready to break down in tears. She had not even stepped into the house and she was unwelcome. 'House elves always like me' she thought between sobs. Draco immediately picked up on the droplets clinging to her lashes and grabbed the elf by the ear. Wrath had obviously forgotten his manners.
"Draco no! He can't help how he feels toward us. He's locked away in captivity, I was like that once, and I hated everyone who couldn't see it. Please don't hurt him Draco, for me?"
She talked in a blur, but he understood anyway. It wouldn't look good if he didn't discipline his house elves though. The little things would be rebellious every time she entered the room! //Draco please don't hurt him. You've changed so much since I got familiar with you this year, will it all change because you have come home?// She laid a gentle hand on his arm, smiling as a bright as the sun. //I love you so much Draco, don't bother getting angry about Wrath. I am just a little emotional right now.// Inch by inch he lowered his servant and wrapped his arms around his love instead. He would not change just because he came back to the manor.
"Be warned Wrath, if you ever hurt my wife again, I will come after you."
The house elf looked up at Hermione with the shadow of a grateful smile before disappearing. A woman she recognized as Narcissa Malfoy appeared in his place looking down at her in bafflement. She had no idea why her son would bring a Mudblood into their house let alone near the front steps. She stood there for a moment, her scrutinizing glare settling on Hermione, before her eyes widened and a hand went to her heart.
"S-Shh-She's pregnant! D-Dr-Draco, son of my blood, tell me nay!"
Hermione felt like sobbing at the disgust in the woman's voice. She had expected this of course, but Draco almost had her believing that Narcissa was a nice woman. She stepped forward threateningly and pointed a finger in Hermione's face.
"How do you know its yours?! She is a filthy mudblood trollop and god knows it could be half of the boys at your school's child. Leave her where you found her Malfoy and come inside. We have business to take care of. Do as I say!"
Draco stared in complete shock, his embrace tightening around his woman. How could his mother be such a cold bitch? Did she not realize that she was going to have a grandchild? Had he been so happy in his vision because he had been freed from the Malfoy family forever? His thoughts went back immediately to Hermione who had begun trembling in his grasp. He had promised her a family.
"How dare you!" he shouted furiously. "This is not some trollop off the street! This is Hermione Granger, soon-to-be Malfoy, my future wife and mother to my children! I fell in love with her, we have dated for months, and she has consented to carry my heirs. If you will not treat her with the proper respect mother I shall take her, and your grandchildren, far from here and you will have no one to carry on the Malfoy legacy. Watch your tongue now as you make your decision!"
Narcissa glared at the girl who had come between her son and his destiny. What with his father in jail Malfoy could take his place as a deatheater and greet the new Dark Lord. He could be so famous if only he hadn't stuck himself in the wrong girl. Pansy would have been the perfect woman for him, she would have born his heirs, and allowed him to continue with his dark magic as his father had.
"Why would you do this to yourself Malfoy? She will never allow you to continue the Malfoy legacy."
//She is right Draco, I cannot allow you to become a deatheater. My children will never be evil, I will not allow it.// He tightened his embrace further, surrounding her with warmth, protecting her from the sudden cold. His dream had always been to follow in his father's footsteps, until he had fallen under her spell that is. He did not want to kill thousands of people, he did want his daughters to know him as a murderer.
"I love her mother."
Narcissa leaned back, and he felt himself go cold. She was plotting something in that miserable mind of hers. Something evil that would cause him disaster and unhappiness. 'But what' he wondered.
"Very well. Do not be fooled, I am not happy about this situation in the least, but as I will soon have a grandchild I suppose I must accept it. Would you have me bring out your grandmother's ring?"
Draco nodded cautiously as he led Hermione into the sitting room. His fears now centered around his mother's acceptance. She would normally put up more of a fight than that, but why hadn't she? She was trying to catch them off guard, that much was certain, but he was not so blinded by his love that he could not see she was planning. //Hermione?// he whispered. //I know Draco, I felt it. But what will she do? Poison me?// Draco wouldn't put it past her, but he didn't think she would take that path. He was pretty good with poisons after all. //I don't know darling, but be on your guard.//
"Here Malfoy, your grandmother's emerald. Wear it wisely."
Chapter Nine- In which Hermione Meets the Mother-In-Law
Wearing the emerald green robes Draco had given her for Christmas, Hermione climbed the steps of the Malfoy Manor. 'Look her in the eyes, don't blink too much, breathe' she instructed herself. //She's not a hippogriff Hermione, calm down.// This comment of course did not earn him brownie points. She had spent the entire day worrying about meeting the dreaded would-be mother-in-law. This was it, her one and only chance to make sure her daughters knew her father's side of the family. When a house elf opened the door she frowned. 'Maybe I don't want them to know his side.'
"Wrath this is my fiancée, Hermione Granger."
She bent a little to shake the elf's hand, but it glared at her icily. She pulled back slowly almost ready to break down in tears. She had not even stepped into the house and she was unwelcome. 'House elves always like me' she thought between sobs. Draco immediately picked up on the droplets clinging to her lashes and grabbed the elf by the ear. Wrath had obviously forgotten his manners.
"Draco no! He can't help how he feels toward us. He's locked away in captivity, I was like that once, and I hated everyone who couldn't see it. Please don't hurt him Draco, for me?"
She talked in a blur, but he understood anyway. It wouldn't look good if he didn't discipline his house elves though. The little things would be rebellious every time she entered the room! //Draco please don't hurt him. You've changed so much since I got familiar with you this year, will it all change because you have come home?// She laid a gentle hand on his arm, smiling as a bright as the sun. //I love you so much Draco, don't bother getting angry about Wrath. I am just a little emotional right now.// Inch by inch he lowered his servant and wrapped his arms around his love instead. He would not change just because he came back to the manor.
"Be warned Wrath, if you ever hurt my wife again, I will come after you."
The house elf looked up at Hermione with the shadow of a grateful smile before disappearing. A woman she recognized as Narcissa Malfoy appeared in his place looking down at her in bafflement. She had no idea why her son would bring a Mudblood into their house let alone near the front steps. She stood there for a moment, her scrutinizing glare settling on Hermione, before her eyes widened and a hand went to her heart.
"S-Shh-She's pregnant! D-Dr-Draco, son of my blood, tell me nay!"
Hermione felt like sobbing at the disgust in the woman's voice. She had expected this of course, but Draco almost had her believing that Narcissa was a nice woman. She stepped forward threateningly and pointed a finger in Hermione's face.
"How do you know its yours?! She is a filthy mudblood trollop and god knows it could be half of the boys at your school's child. Leave her where you found her Malfoy and come inside. We have business to take care of. Do as I say!"
Draco stared in complete shock, his embrace tightening around his woman. How could his mother be such a cold bitch? Did she not realize that she was going to have a grandchild? Had he been so happy in his vision because he had been freed from the Malfoy family forever? His thoughts went back immediately to Hermione who had begun trembling in his grasp. He had promised her a family.
"How dare you!" he shouted furiously. "This is not some trollop off the street! This is Hermione Granger, soon-to-be Malfoy, my future wife and mother to my children! I fell in love with her, we have dated for months, and she has consented to carry my heirs. If you will not treat her with the proper respect mother I shall take her, and your grandchildren, far from here and you will have no one to carry on the Malfoy legacy. Watch your tongue now as you make your decision!"
Narcissa glared at the girl who had come between her son and his destiny. What with his father in jail Malfoy could take his place as a deatheater and greet the new Dark Lord. He could be so famous if only he hadn't stuck himself in the wrong girl. Pansy would have been the perfect woman for him, she would have born his heirs, and allowed him to continue with his dark magic as his father had.
"Why would you do this to yourself Malfoy? She will never allow you to continue the Malfoy legacy."
//She is right Draco, I cannot allow you to become a deatheater. My children will never be evil, I will not allow it.// He tightened his embrace further, surrounding her with warmth, protecting her from the sudden cold. His dream had always been to follow in his father's footsteps, until he had fallen under her spell that is. He did not want to kill thousands of people, he did want his daughters to know him as a murderer.
"I love her mother."
Narcissa leaned back, and he felt himself go cold. She was plotting something in that miserable mind of hers. Something evil that would cause him disaster and unhappiness. 'But what' he wondered.
"Very well. Do not be fooled, I am not happy about this situation in the least, but as I will soon have a grandchild I suppose I must accept it. Would you have me bring out your grandmother's ring?"
Draco nodded cautiously as he led Hermione into the sitting room. His fears now centered around his mother's acceptance. She would normally put up more of a fight than that, but why hadn't she? She was trying to catch them off guard, that much was certain, but he was not so blinded by his love that he could not see she was planning. //Hermione?// he whispered. //I know Draco, I felt it. But what will she do? Poison me?// Draco wouldn't put it past her, but he didn't think she would take that path. He was pretty good with poisons after all. //I don't know darling, but be on your guard.//
"Here Malfoy, your grandmother's emerald. Wear it wisely."