Disclaimer: Chappy two
She stepped out to a beautiful place. It had portraits of Witches and Wizards, all presumed to be Malfoys. The floor was a marble with rugs everywhere. The furniture was a fine leather. The house was slightly larger then Hermione's own Manor, and a lot more interesting and incredible.
"Wow." She simply said. She saw Narcissa and Lucius come out of a door to her right. Narcissa hugged her mother and father, while Lucius kissed her mother on the cheek and shook hands with her father.
"Nice to see you both, and Hermione. A pleasure to see such a fine young lady." Lucius said shaking her hand. She accepted, though a little reluctantly. Narcissa beamed at her, and hugged her.
"No need to worry, we had to be that way along with Draco for some reasons." Narcissa said. Hermione accepted this after a look from her parents. This was the second time she had heard for some reasons. She wanted to know now what the reasons were.
A loud noise came from the stairs. Draco had just jumped from the second floor. Hermione looked in horror.
"Draco, it's nice to see you." Suzy said hugging Draco, while Thomas just shook his hand.
Draco was shirtless as if he had just gotten out of the shower. That was probably the case judging by his dripping hair. Not only did he have muscles, but a six pack. She thought he looked cute in his jeans with his underwear showing.
"Draco, wonderful to see you." She said.
"The pleasure is all mine. Let me show you to your room." He said grabbing her luggage, and taking her hand. He led her upstairs.
"I say by the end of they year they'll be a couple." Narcissa said so the two couldn't hear.
"Of course not!" Lucius started as if the mere idea was preposterous, "By Christmas."
"I give them until before summer." Thomas said.
"I give them until the week is over." Suzy said laughing. They all smiled, and went into the dining room.
Her room was somewhat like her own room, except it was in green and silver. It had a painting of her in it with her parents in robes from when she was little.
"You like it?" He asked her putting the closet in this closet.
"The portrait is.. Amazing." She said looking at it.
"My parents had it done when we were little. I have one like it with my parents in my room. So anyway, my room is two doors down from the hall. We're sharing a bathroom. That's about it." He said. She smiled at him.
"Draco wait." She said. He looked at her curiously. She motioned for him to sit down. "Your parents they usually seem so, so cold. Like in school. So do you."
"Hermione, we don't accept anyone below us. It's the way most Pureblood families are. To us, we are normal. You have to be decent though. Like your own parents have told you, I imagine." He said sitting on one of the chairs in the large room. He put a fire in it.
"Yeah, I was wondering about that.. Does that mean that I have to basically.." She started as he cut her off.
"Start a new life? It's not as hard as you make it out to be. Slytherins well, the house, we accept people easily. We aren't just stupid gits who can't do anything. We actually are nice, just to Purebloods." He said simply.
She figured it as a tribal type thing. She loved her family more then anything. She would do what she had to do. She could find new best friends. If everyone in Slytherin house was like Draco, then she wouldn't have any problems.
"How am I to be rude to people?" She asked him bluntly. He smirked a classic Malfoy smirk.
"How are you rude to me? Imagine they just did something horrible to you. I mean they are horrible. Dirty little Mudbloods." He said with uttermost disgust.
"I see……… So then I have to hate some people for their heritage, and other because they associate with them."
"Don't worry you'll get used to it." He said as if it wasn't a big deal. She looked hesitant but nodded.
Hermione tired, got undressed and put on a bathrobe. She went into the bathroom. It had a shower that was very large, and looked to fit about ten people comfortably. It had a toilet, two sinks, a mirror, and the most beautiful bath.
The bath had different taps like the prefect's bathroom, but it had jets everywhere. It had two ends one was five foot and the other was a good eight. Then leading off it was a hot tub type bath.
She filled the pool, and made sure the entire thing was filled with bubbles. When it was she took off her robe, and stepped inside. The water was nice and warm.
Just then Draco came in, in a bathrobe also, "Damn, sorry Hermione." He said to her.
"No, Draco. It's alright. It's big enough. If you want to take a bath here, I'll look away, and you can get in. We'll just keep a safe distance." He nodded to her as she looked around. It took all of her strength not to look.
"You can turn around." He told her. She turned around, and saw from his shoulders up. His face looked so good. A pale complexion did work for him.
"So, what kind of music do you like?" She asked him trying to get over the awkward silence that had taken place.
"Surprisingly Limp Bizkit, Good Charlotte, MXPX, Linkin Park, New Found Glory." He said swimming a couple of laps.
"No way, they're Muggle bands. I love them, but… You do?" She asked him very surprised. He looked at her confused.
"Muggle bands? Of course not. They only do Muggle shows to make money. They're Pureblooded Wizards. All of them." He told her stopping his newly formed route.
"I seriously had no clue. That's so cool." She said swimming over to him. He just nodded.
There was a sudden tension between them. Draco slowly leaned in to her. They kissed gently for a few moments. Hermione realized what was going on when she felt his body heat getting nearer to her.
"I'm done. I'll talk to you later Draco." She said wrapping her robe around her, and stepping out from the water. She quickly walked to her room.
Hermione walked down in cargo pants, and a baggy hoodie. She walked downstairs to dinner. She greeted all of them, except for Draco. Then a servant came up, and put out all of the food.
"Mr. Malfoy, when is the Quidditch World Cup?" She asked him casually. Hermione and Draco were avoiding eye contact.
"Please call me Lucius, I am after all your Godfather," He started seeing her surprised face. He smiled a bit, "It's in a week in France. It's Bulgaria vs. Sweden. We're apperating the day after tomorrow. It's all set. We're staying at a nice Wizarding Resort."
"Hermione please pass the.." Draco said barely looking at her, and blushing, "Never mind. Accio potatoes." He said.
"Draco, you know better then to use a wand at meals. We've taught you manners." His father corrected him.
"I'm sorry, Father." Draco said curtly.
Draco got up early the next morning. He threw on some pants and a sleeveless shirt. He walked downstairs. He saw Hermione, and backed away slightly.
She was wearing a short, white, sleeveless button up shirt with some Hawaiian type short shorts. She was reading in the living room.
He ran back upstairs to get his new broom, Midnight Rider Dark. It was the choice for The Cup this year. They just barely came out.
"Hermione up for a ride?" He asked her trying to play it cool.
"Love to Draco. I've loved Quidditch ever since that summer with Viktor in Bulgaria. The team just never had an opening for my position. I mean it did, but Ron, I mean Weasley, just wanted it more. I could beat the Muggle lover out any day. I only have a Firebolt. I should get a new broom. Let me go ask Daddy." She said not giving him a chance to say anything.
Hermione rushed to her parents room. Her father was just coming out.
"Daddy, you know I love Quidditch. I was wondering if I could have money for a Midnight Rider Dark?" She asked him.
He smirked, which she never saw before. He disappeared inside. He came out with a long package, and a sack full of maybe one hundred Galleons which was enough to buy everything and more.
She took the package, and unwrapped it. She found the sleek, black broom in it. She quickly thanked her father, and rushed back downstairs.
How many things she could buy with her money. Two or three Firebolts, which was really amazing.
"Draco, go ask your father for some shopping money. Look, my father got me the broom." She said holding the new broom up proudly.
He smiled at her, not smirked, but actually smiled. He came back with a sack like hers. They hopped on the brooms outside.
"So, where do you want to go?" She asked him.
"We're surprisingly close to Diagon Alley. We can go there, and maybe Knockturn Alley." He said. She nodded, and soon they were at their destination.
"What if Muggles saw us?" She asked worriedly as they landed in front of Madam Malkin's Robes Shop.
"I cast a spell on us, so only people from the Magic World could see us. You want to look at the Quidditch store?" He asked her. She nodded, and they walked there.
They entered, and saw the most wonderful things. Everything from posters of your favorite teams to Seeker's gloves.
Draco separated to look at broom polishing kits, while she stayed to look at the posters.
"Hermione. Wow, your Pureblood. Your last name being Slytherin is incredible. Does that mean you know Parselmouth?" She whipped around to see her two old best friends.
"No shit." She snarled at them. They both shivered, then looked at her confused.
"Hermione, what's wrong?" Ron asked her. She swallowed hard to herself. She had to do this for her family. This was who she was now. She had to be that way.
"Weasley, if you can't piece this together, then I don't know how you got this far. Let me put it simply. Me equals Pureblood. Last name equals Slytherin. Relative of Salazar. Slyth. Err. In." She said putting on a smirk as of she had done it all her life.
"Hermione." Ron simply said looking from her to Harry, who just shrugged.
"Weasley, you're hopeless." She said simply turning back to the posters once again.
"Hermione, we're your friends." Harry said worriedly.
"Wrong. You're a half blood, and you're a disgrace for a wizard." Draco said coming around Hermione's back. He looked very snug. In addition to his own broom, he had new Seeker boots. Hermione just gripped her own broom tighter.
"Get lost Malfoy. This is between us." Harry said rudely to him.
"On the contrary, little Potter. This is very much my business." He said putting on a nice smirk.
"He said get lost, Malfoy." Ron repeated. Draco glared at him as his smirk widened.
"Draco doesn't have to go anywhere, you Muggle fucker." Hermione said glaring at him. Draco looked even smugger as he put his hand around Hermione's shoulder.
"Hermione, this isn't you." She just smirked at them.
"This is getting old. We can look for equipment later on. We should get something for Lucius now, so we don't have to later. It's his birthday in a month isn't it?" Hermione asked turning her back to the two Gryffindors.
"Father's birthday is in a month.." He said as they walked out.
She stepped out to a beautiful place. It had portraits of Witches and Wizards, all presumed to be Malfoys. The floor was a marble with rugs everywhere. The furniture was a fine leather. The house was slightly larger then Hermione's own Manor, and a lot more interesting and incredible.
"Wow." She simply said. She saw Narcissa and Lucius come out of a door to her right. Narcissa hugged her mother and father, while Lucius kissed her mother on the cheek and shook hands with her father.
"Nice to see you both, and Hermione. A pleasure to see such a fine young lady." Lucius said shaking her hand. She accepted, though a little reluctantly. Narcissa beamed at her, and hugged her.
"No need to worry, we had to be that way along with Draco for some reasons." Narcissa said. Hermione accepted this after a look from her parents. This was the second time she had heard for some reasons. She wanted to know now what the reasons were.
A loud noise came from the stairs. Draco had just jumped from the second floor. Hermione looked in horror.
"Draco, it's nice to see you." Suzy said hugging Draco, while Thomas just shook his hand.
Draco was shirtless as if he had just gotten out of the shower. That was probably the case judging by his dripping hair. Not only did he have muscles, but a six pack. She thought he looked cute in his jeans with his underwear showing.
"Draco, wonderful to see you." She said.
"The pleasure is all mine. Let me show you to your room." He said grabbing her luggage, and taking her hand. He led her upstairs.
"I say by the end of they year they'll be a couple." Narcissa said so the two couldn't hear.
"Of course not!" Lucius started as if the mere idea was preposterous, "By Christmas."
"I give them until before summer." Thomas said.
"I give them until the week is over." Suzy said laughing. They all smiled, and went into the dining room.
Her room was somewhat like her own room, except it was in green and silver. It had a painting of her in it with her parents in robes from when she was little.
"You like it?" He asked her putting the closet in this closet.
"The portrait is.. Amazing." She said looking at it.
"My parents had it done when we were little. I have one like it with my parents in my room. So anyway, my room is two doors down from the hall. We're sharing a bathroom. That's about it." He said. She smiled at him.
"Draco wait." She said. He looked at her curiously. She motioned for him to sit down. "Your parents they usually seem so, so cold. Like in school. So do you."
"Hermione, we don't accept anyone below us. It's the way most Pureblood families are. To us, we are normal. You have to be decent though. Like your own parents have told you, I imagine." He said sitting on one of the chairs in the large room. He put a fire in it.
"Yeah, I was wondering about that.. Does that mean that I have to basically.." She started as he cut her off.
"Start a new life? It's not as hard as you make it out to be. Slytherins well, the house, we accept people easily. We aren't just stupid gits who can't do anything. We actually are nice, just to Purebloods." He said simply.
She figured it as a tribal type thing. She loved her family more then anything. She would do what she had to do. She could find new best friends. If everyone in Slytherin house was like Draco, then she wouldn't have any problems.
"How am I to be rude to people?" She asked him bluntly. He smirked a classic Malfoy smirk.
"How are you rude to me? Imagine they just did something horrible to you. I mean they are horrible. Dirty little Mudbloods." He said with uttermost disgust.
"I see……… So then I have to hate some people for their heritage, and other because they associate with them."
"Don't worry you'll get used to it." He said as if it wasn't a big deal. She looked hesitant but nodded.
Hermione tired, got undressed and put on a bathrobe. She went into the bathroom. It had a shower that was very large, and looked to fit about ten people comfortably. It had a toilet, two sinks, a mirror, and the most beautiful bath.
The bath had different taps like the prefect's bathroom, but it had jets everywhere. It had two ends one was five foot and the other was a good eight. Then leading off it was a hot tub type bath.
She filled the pool, and made sure the entire thing was filled with bubbles. When it was she took off her robe, and stepped inside. The water was nice and warm.
Just then Draco came in, in a bathrobe also, "Damn, sorry Hermione." He said to her.
"No, Draco. It's alright. It's big enough. If you want to take a bath here, I'll look away, and you can get in. We'll just keep a safe distance." He nodded to her as she looked around. It took all of her strength not to look.
"You can turn around." He told her. She turned around, and saw from his shoulders up. His face looked so good. A pale complexion did work for him.
"So, what kind of music do you like?" She asked him trying to get over the awkward silence that had taken place.
"Surprisingly Limp Bizkit, Good Charlotte, MXPX, Linkin Park, New Found Glory." He said swimming a couple of laps.
"No way, they're Muggle bands. I love them, but… You do?" She asked him very surprised. He looked at her confused.
"Muggle bands? Of course not. They only do Muggle shows to make money. They're Pureblooded Wizards. All of them." He told her stopping his newly formed route.
"I seriously had no clue. That's so cool." She said swimming over to him. He just nodded.
There was a sudden tension between them. Draco slowly leaned in to her. They kissed gently for a few moments. Hermione realized what was going on when she felt his body heat getting nearer to her.
"I'm done. I'll talk to you later Draco." She said wrapping her robe around her, and stepping out from the water. She quickly walked to her room.
Hermione walked down in cargo pants, and a baggy hoodie. She walked downstairs to dinner. She greeted all of them, except for Draco. Then a servant came up, and put out all of the food.
"Mr. Malfoy, when is the Quidditch World Cup?" She asked him casually. Hermione and Draco were avoiding eye contact.
"Please call me Lucius, I am after all your Godfather," He started seeing her surprised face. He smiled a bit, "It's in a week in France. It's Bulgaria vs. Sweden. We're apperating the day after tomorrow. It's all set. We're staying at a nice Wizarding Resort."
"Hermione please pass the.." Draco said barely looking at her, and blushing, "Never mind. Accio potatoes." He said.
"Draco, you know better then to use a wand at meals. We've taught you manners." His father corrected him.
"I'm sorry, Father." Draco said curtly.
Draco got up early the next morning. He threw on some pants and a sleeveless shirt. He walked downstairs. He saw Hermione, and backed away slightly.
She was wearing a short, white, sleeveless button up shirt with some Hawaiian type short shorts. She was reading in the living room.
He ran back upstairs to get his new broom, Midnight Rider Dark. It was the choice for The Cup this year. They just barely came out.
"Hermione up for a ride?" He asked her trying to play it cool.
"Love to Draco. I've loved Quidditch ever since that summer with Viktor in Bulgaria. The team just never had an opening for my position. I mean it did, but Ron, I mean Weasley, just wanted it more. I could beat the Muggle lover out any day. I only have a Firebolt. I should get a new broom. Let me go ask Daddy." She said not giving him a chance to say anything.
Hermione rushed to her parents room. Her father was just coming out.
"Daddy, you know I love Quidditch. I was wondering if I could have money for a Midnight Rider Dark?" She asked him.
He smirked, which she never saw before. He disappeared inside. He came out with a long package, and a sack full of maybe one hundred Galleons which was enough to buy everything and more.
She took the package, and unwrapped it. She found the sleek, black broom in it. She quickly thanked her father, and rushed back downstairs.
How many things she could buy with her money. Two or three Firebolts, which was really amazing.
"Draco, go ask your father for some shopping money. Look, my father got me the broom." She said holding the new broom up proudly.
He smiled at her, not smirked, but actually smiled. He came back with a sack like hers. They hopped on the brooms outside.
"So, where do you want to go?" She asked him.
"We're surprisingly close to Diagon Alley. We can go there, and maybe Knockturn Alley." He said. She nodded, and soon they were at their destination.
"What if Muggles saw us?" She asked worriedly as they landed in front of Madam Malkin's Robes Shop.
"I cast a spell on us, so only people from the Magic World could see us. You want to look at the Quidditch store?" He asked her. She nodded, and they walked there.
They entered, and saw the most wonderful things. Everything from posters of your favorite teams to Seeker's gloves.
Draco separated to look at broom polishing kits, while she stayed to look at the posters.
"Hermione. Wow, your Pureblood. Your last name being Slytherin is incredible. Does that mean you know Parselmouth?" She whipped around to see her two old best friends.
"No shit." She snarled at them. They both shivered, then looked at her confused.
"Hermione, what's wrong?" Ron asked her. She swallowed hard to herself. She had to do this for her family. This was who she was now. She had to be that way.
"Weasley, if you can't piece this together, then I don't know how you got this far. Let me put it simply. Me equals Pureblood. Last name equals Slytherin. Relative of Salazar. Slyth. Err. In." She said putting on a smirk as of she had done it all her life.
"Hermione." Ron simply said looking from her to Harry, who just shrugged.
"Weasley, you're hopeless." She said simply turning back to the posters once again.
"Hermione, we're your friends." Harry said worriedly.
"Wrong. You're a half blood, and you're a disgrace for a wizard." Draco said coming around Hermione's back. He looked very snug. In addition to his own broom, he had new Seeker boots. Hermione just gripped her own broom tighter.
"Get lost Malfoy. This is between us." Harry said rudely to him.
"On the contrary, little Potter. This is very much my business." He said putting on a nice smirk.
"He said get lost, Malfoy." Ron repeated. Draco glared at him as his smirk widened.
"Draco doesn't have to go anywhere, you Muggle fucker." Hermione said glaring at him. Draco looked even smugger as he put his hand around Hermione's shoulder.
"Hermione, this isn't you." She just smirked at them.
"This is getting old. We can look for equipment later on. We should get something for Lucius now, so we don't have to later. It's his birthday in a month isn't it?" Hermione asked turning her back to the two Gryffindors.
"Father's birthday is in a month.." He said as they walked out.