Thanks to Stephani and PinappleCube... you reviewed again.... Um, let's see....
Well, what about Draco do you think is funny?? I mean, I'm awful at humor...
One of you said that he was funny... I'm anxious to find out, so maybe I'll
add more of his sarcasm in.. review and tell me. Please? Was it Mr. Answer
Key??? Yeah, that was funny, but I was stoned that day... Not literally, but
I was going nuts... I just suddenly thought of it.. So, here's the next
chapter.. I'm moving kind of fast....
On the morning of February the 14th, which also happened to be Valentine's Day and a school day, Hermione snuck into Draco's room at the crack of dawn. He was sleeping on his stomach with the pillow pulled over his head, his hands over it. Interesting.
"Draco, love," she whispered. "Are you sleeping?"
"I was until you appeared."
"Oh. Will you get up?"
"No."
She reached over him and pulled off the covers, revealing him in green boxers and a white t-shirt (A/N Drooooooooooooooooling... Whoa, I was so into imaging this that my hand stayed on the "o" key. Sorry.)
His skin immediately sprang goosebumps.
"Damn, Mya, that's cold. Would you get the hell away?"
Hermione made a mental note not to wake up Draco this early again. It was only 6:00, after all.
But, as long as he was awake, he was getting up. No matter what it took. Starting at his knee, she walked her fingers down his leg and tickled his foot.
He reflexively kicked her, just missing her stomach. He turned onto his back and pulled the pillow down tighter over his head.
"For me?" she asked.
"I would not get up this early for anyone."
Hermione was left no choice.
She pulled up his shirt a little, licked her finger, ran it across his stomach, and blew on it.
He pushed away the pillow. "What the hell are you doing?"
"Waking you up," she shrugged innocently.
"Now?"
"It's Valentine's Day, silly," she laughed. "Of course now. And I'm hungry. So hungry, in fact, that I can't get myself food."
"Bullshit," said Draco.
"What if I really am?" she questioned. "What would happen if Devon starved to death?"
"He won't," assured Draco. "Now that I'm up, what were you so urgent about?"
"I have a Valentine's Day gift!" she exclaimed.
"So do I, but that could have waited."
She gave Draco a box. He opened it apprehensively. He pulled out tons of baby stuff: bibs, towels, blankets, socks, and the like. All said: "Daddy's little boy."
Draco arched an eyebrow.
"Couldn't resist," she giggled. "There's more."
He warily looked at the bottom of the box, where there was a silver chain necklace with a snake twisted around a sword dangling from it.
"That is real," she explained. "You say a spell, and the sword gets bigger and you can use it. And it's a good luck charm, too."
He put it on. "Thank you."
They kissed briefly, then Draco pulled out for Hermione--- a book. But it wasn't just an ordinary book, not that books can be ordinary.
It was entitled: All the Reasons I Love You.
Hermione flipped it open. All of the pages were filled with these reasons, it seemed.
You're you. How could anyone not love you?
Your eyes, even though they look like Hedwig's.
They way you say (or moan. JK) my name (Especially you know when. It drives me nuts.)
And so it went all the way to
100. Your hair smells good.
"Your hair smells good?" she laughed aloud.
"You said I smelled good," he said. "Plus, it's true."
"There wouldn't be enough parchment in the world for me to write why I love you," she whispered.
They met for a deep kiss.
"Can I do your hair?" asked Hermione ten minutes later, as they were getting ready for breakfast.
Why?" he wondered suspiciously.
"I really want to do it. And promise me you'll leave without looking in the mirror."
"Whatever," he sighed. "Just don't make me look like Potter."
"Why? Don't you want to be hott?"
Draco scowled at her. "You do not think that Potter is hot."
"Of course I do. Just not nearly as much as you. Now come here." She took out her wand and a brush.
She quickly brushed through his thin strands.
She muttered a quick spell and bit her tongue to keep from laughing. His hair was pink. Hot pink. Her suppressed laughter came out as a snort.
"What did you do to me?" he asked.
"Nothing. Plus, you can't look in the mirror."
"I hate you," Draco said.
"No you don't," she replied. "And you'll look great." Another spell gave him a mohawk.
He fingered his hair nervously. "Mya, I'm going to kill you."
"No you wont, Dracie, because then you'd be killing Devon."
Thought of everything, didn't that woman?
He muttered something about getting even as they left for the Great Hall.
Draco sat between Crabbe and Goyle, but Pansy still managed to sit across from him. She didn't know anything about Draco and Hermione except that they were going out and she thought Draco was forced to move into the Head Dorm.
"Hey, Draco. I was just wondering if- Oh, my God, what did you do to your hair?"
"Hmm... My hair... Really? You don't like it? I think I look sexy."
"Oh, Draco, whatever you think. Listen, I need to ask you something."
"What?" he asked.
"I notice that you're going out with Granger."
He almost snorted. A little slow on the uptake there... Could she be any thicker?
"Yeah?"
"Well, I was wondering if you could get her to ask Potter if he sent me a Valentine. Then tell me."
"What the hell?" he exclaimed, spilling pumpkin juice. "Why would he?"
"Long story," she sighed.
"Tell me," he ordered.
"Soon, Draco. Quite soon."
Well, Pansy didn't think Draco and Harry were friends. Draco was going to ask Harry directly and find out just what was going on.
In Potions, Draco and Harry were talking over a potion that they were brewing.
"Pansy talked to me," said Draco casually.
Harry froze. "What about?" he asked in a would-be careless tone. "And what did you do to your hair?" He was avoiding the subject.... Suspicious...
"Hermione made me do it," he explained. "Did you send Pansy a Valentine?"
"What the hell are you talking about?" Of course Harry hadn't. Pansy was just trying to frame him or embarrass him.
"You're sure you didn't?" asked Draco.
"Sure as hell," replied Harry. "You know everyone hates Pansy."
Draco wasn't convinced. "Are you sure there isn't something you'd like to tell me?"
Harry was not about to talk to Draco about girls.
"Positive," he answered.
They left Potions as Snape called, "Nice hair, Draco."
Harry was walking to lunch alone when a hand grabbed him and pulled him into a small corridor.
"What the hell?" he asked, fighting the person off.
"Why are you avoiding me?" hissed Pansy. She let him go.
"Better question yet, why are you stalking me?" he retorted.
"I told you, I miss you," she whispered.
"Sorry, the feeling is sure as hell not mutual. Now can I go?"
"No, I want one thing."
"What?" he snapped, expecting the worst.
"A kiss?" Well, it wasn't nearly as bad as sleeping with her.
"If you leave me alone," he agreed.
"Deal."
She leaned in for the kiss. For some reason, neither let go. Thirty seconds later, Harry pulled away, breathing deep and hard. So was Pansy. They held eye contact for a few seconds, then Harry literally ran for his life.
At lunch and that evening at dinner, Harry was unusually quiet. He didn't tell Hermione to eat, and didn't eat himself.
"What's wrong, Harry?" asked Hermione.
Harry shook his head, incapable of speech.
The truth was, he felt absolutely... well, overwhelmed with different emotions. He'd felt something clicking while kissing Pansy but knew that relationship was definitely forbidden. But Hermione was engaged to a Slytherin, so why couldn't he date one? Sick! He scolded himself. You want to go out with Pansy? Absolutely not! But he did. A lot, if that kiss was something to go by. He grinned.
"Are you sure you're okay?" asked Hermione, eyeing him.
"Oh, yeah," Harry said brightly.
After dinner, he caught up with Pansy, pulling her behind a statue.
"Now look who's doing the stalking," she said. "I thought I was supposed to leave you alone." She didn't sound serious or mad, though.
"Can we talk?" asked Harry. Or snog, he thought.
"What about?" she wondered.
"Abouter, er, about before lunch," he answered. Come on, Potter! He thought. This is a friggin' girl, not Voldemort!
"Did you like that?" she whispered. "I know I did."
They met for the second time that day in an even deeper kiss. Harry went numb. This Pansy was something... What the hell was Draco saying?
"Listen, would you maybe kind of want to go out with me sometime possibly?" he asked her after they broke apart.
"You bet," she winked. "Does tomorrow night, 7:00, at the gates to Hogsmeade sound good?"
"Just great," he replied.
She gave him a quick peck on the lips and left.
Harry was left quite frozen, physically and mentally.
He decided to go tell his dad about this, definitely not Draco.
"What's up, Harry?" asked James, looking quite in a daze himself.
"You know that girl Pansy I was telling you about?"
James nodded, though he didn't look like he was really listening.
"Well, something happened and I ended up liking her and I just asked her out."
"That's great, Harry. Glad that problem's solved. Women are great, aren't they?"
"Dad, are you okay?"
"Just swell. Goodnight."
"Good night, dad." Harry shook his head and left. He didn't want to go to his room. Hermione and Draco were probably making out, probably Ron and Luna, too; it was Valentine's Day, after all. So, what to do? He decided to take a walk around the lake.
What had happened that morning:
Dumbledore had held an Order meeting, including James for the first time in eighteen years. People were, naturally, shocked and pleased to see him. Dumbledore convinced Narcissa Malfoy to come. Lucius, of course, didn't know.
From the moment James had lain eyes on Narcissa, he had decided that she was the sexiest chick ever, after Lily, of course.
And when Narcissa first saw James, she wanted him. Never mind that she was already married. Who cared about Lucius when there was someone like James walking around? For that matter, who cared about Lucius anyway?
Their eyes had never left each other's. In other words, LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT.
If this was Dumbledore: "So that is part of the plan. Is that all right with you, James?" then James was: "What did you say?"
It was quite funny, all in all.
This Valentine's Day, everyone was hooking up.
By March, Madam Pomfrey was able to determine Devon's due date, August 5th.
Recent spy intercepts said that the battle was to be on the night of August 10th.
As Hermione was just about halfway through her pregnancy, she was, to say the least, a bit round. But not too much, as she was a young mother. People had noticed, and Dumbledore encouraged the rumor of Hermione having an illegitimate child. People were guessing at who the father was. Naturally, they thought it was Harry because Hermione and Draco wouldn't really show affection in public. Luna now knew they whole situation, though she wasn't really a frequent visitor. And the battle was drawing ever nearer.
Dumbledore wasn't the only person planning. Voldemort was devising his own clever attack scheme. For some very odd reason, he didn't know about James being alive.
Lucius was to be found one day in March talking to Voldemort. "Master, I was just thinking about something I told Draco and that I regret."
"What could that be, Lucius?"
"I told him he could marry your daughter as long as he gave you the baby."
"Where is the problem?"
"Your daughter isn't exactly a pureblood."
Silence.
If Voldemort had been really mad, Lucius would have already been dead, so he wasn't scared.
"Your family is too good for mine?" hissed Voldemort.
"No, my Lord, I wasn't saying that. I meant that Draco is the last Malfoy, so he has to carry our pure blood. And he's not going to!"
"I don't know why you're so angry, Lucius. As long as Hermione is pregnant, you can do anything to their relationship. Stop the marriage, if you like."
"In that case, I shall," agreed Lucius.
Lucius set to work right away. He quickly sent a letter and waited for the next day to dawn.
The next morning was March 19th.
Hermione awoke and found a note on her pillow.
Dear Hermione,
My father wants to meet me in Hogsmeade today. I'll be careful. Don't worry. I should be back by lunch. Stay with Potter and Weasley.
All my love,
Draco
Hermione sighed and left for breakfast, where she told Harry and Ron about Draco's absence. She felt strangely alone. She never knew Draco made her feel so loved and wanted.
After lunch, she went to her room to take a nap, wondering how much longer Draco would be out.
As if reading her mind, he just walked in. She got up to give him a kiss, but he pushed her away.
"Get the hell away from me."
"W-what?" she asked incredulously.
"You heard what I said."
"What are you doing?" she cried. "What do you mean?"
"My father, you could say, enlightened me. I just realized that I'd be ending the Malfoy family pure blood if I married you."
"You never cared about- about blood before!" she protested, her voice cracking and her eyes filling up with tears. "Why now?"
"My father is a very influential man," he shrugged.
"But what about Devon?"
"He'll live," said Draco coldly. "Nice knowing you." He turned and departed.
Hermione was too shocked and angry to even cry. She slid off her ring and threw it against the wall. Breathing heavily, she sprinted to Harry and Ron.
"What's wrong?" Harry asked as Hermione collapsed on the chair in his room, where Ron also was.
She finally let out all of her tears.
"Mione?" asked Ron, quite alarmed. "What happened? Are you okay?"
"Of course she's not okay," snapped Harry. "Tell us, Hermione." He touched her arm.
She turned around and cried some more into his chest. This was fifty times worse than when Harry had broken up with her....
"Did you and Malfoy have a fight?" Harry asked, holding her closely.
She just cried harder at that.
"Guess so," Harry concluded. "Do you want me to talk to him?"
Hermione shook her head and lifted up the hand that had once held her engagement ring.
"No," Ron whispered, horrified.
"Shit," swore Harry. "It can't be."
She nodded.
"I'm going to go kill that son of a bitch!" yelled Ron, charging for the door.
"We never should have trusted that bastard," said Harry angrily. "Ron, you have full permission to go beat him to a bloody pulp." He hugged Hermione tighter. "It'll be okay," he whispered.
What had happened that morning:
Draco woke up to find a letter on his desk.
Draco,
Urgent business. You must come to Hogsmeade instantly. There will be severe punishments if you do not abide.
L.M.
Draco had quickly written a note to Hermione and left.
His father took him to an abandoned building.
Inside, he said, "I have changed my mind and decided that you are not to marry Hermione."
"What?"
"Yes, she will ruin the pure blood of this family," Lucius explained.
"I don't care about any damn pure blood!" yelled Draco.
"I'm afraid I do," hissed Lucius. He whipped out his wand, Draco quickly doing so also.
Draco shot a Stunner at Lucius, who deflected it easily at Draco, who fell unconscious.
Lucius proceeded to pull out a few strands of Draco's hair and put them in a Polyjuice Potion, which he drank.
Lucius, looking like Draco, left to Hogwarts.
By March 22nd, Dumbledore had been informed. Draco still lay in the abandoned building in Hogsmeade, as a Stunner knocks someone out until another person performs a countercurse. Lucius had returned to his house. Dumbledore immediately proceeded to go looking for Draco, whom he soon found and woke.
Draco quickly explained what Lucius had done, up to the part that he knew. Dumbledore concluded that it was Lucius who had broken up with Hermione. Draco didn't know about that part. He hastened to the castle.
He first met Harry and Ron in the corridors.
Ron instantly started throwing punches at Draco, while Harry watched, a smile on his face.
"Stop! You son of a bitch! Listen!" shouted Draco. "You don't understand! It was Lucius! I swear!"
"Ron, hang on," said Harry. He walked over to Draco and gave him a hand up. Draco grabbed it and stood up.
"Listen to me. Lucius took a Polyjuice Potion and did it. I swear, it wasn't me."
"Surely, you can't be serious," said Ron darkly. (A/N For all you Airplane fans: I am serious. And don't call me Shirley.)
"I think he is Ron," said Harry. "We're fine, Malfoy, but go see Hermione. She needs you. She's a wreck."
"Thanks! Bye!" Draco sprinted off to see his fiancé.
Hermione was crying silently and hugging her knees, flipping through All the Reasons I Love You. She was crying harder as she read more and more. When she heard Draco coming, she looked up.
"Hermione, you have to hear me out," he said.
"You know, I don't think you should be talking to a halfblood," she snapped. "Leave me alone."
It hurt Draco's heart to see Hermione hurting that much. It hurt him even more to see his ring on the ground. He picked it up.
"Will you put this back on?" he pleaded.
"Drop it and leave," she answered dangerously.
"Hermione, listen, that was Lucius. He took a Polyjuice Potion. I swear, I wouldn't do anything like that."
She stopped crying, perhaps in shock, and looked up. "You're lying."
"I'm not."
He took her in his arms. "I love you," he said, putting the ring back on her finger. "Nothing will change that. Nothing will ever separate us again. I promise."
"I love you, too," she whispered. "I don't know why I ever lost faith in you. I never will again. I promise."
He kissed her head and held her even tighter.
And after that, everything between the four friends was back to normal again.
TA DA!!!!!!!!!! Okay, fine, it wasn't all that... But I thought they had too perfect a relationship going... I mean, they never fought or yelled at each other or anything... That never happens in real life!!!! So I just kinda stuck that in... And how do you like those two hookups I stuck in there?? Peachy, I know... Oh well. I won't be able to write until NEXT MONDAY!!! Or maybe the weekend, if I'm lucky. Today is Wednesday, for you calendar- challenged people. I have orchestra tomorrow. Friday I have an orchestra tour and an eye appointment (I MIGHT GET GREEN COLOR CONTACTS!! Right now I have almost black eyes and Harry Potter hair.... So if I get green color contacts, I'll be HP's soulmate!!!!! AWWWWWWW!!! I can't wait!!!!) And then Saturday I have orchestra dress rehearsals and hip-hop class... and Saturday I have orchestra concert and quartet rehearsal... I know, music is my second life... after harry potter, of course. I play the violin... so I gotta go.... Toodles!!!
On the morning of February the 14th, which also happened to be Valentine's Day and a school day, Hermione snuck into Draco's room at the crack of dawn. He was sleeping on his stomach with the pillow pulled over his head, his hands over it. Interesting.
"Draco, love," she whispered. "Are you sleeping?"
"I was until you appeared."
"Oh. Will you get up?"
"No."
She reached over him and pulled off the covers, revealing him in green boxers and a white t-shirt (A/N Drooooooooooooooooling... Whoa, I was so into imaging this that my hand stayed on the "o" key. Sorry.)
His skin immediately sprang goosebumps.
"Damn, Mya, that's cold. Would you get the hell away?"
Hermione made a mental note not to wake up Draco this early again. It was only 6:00, after all.
But, as long as he was awake, he was getting up. No matter what it took. Starting at his knee, she walked her fingers down his leg and tickled his foot.
He reflexively kicked her, just missing her stomach. He turned onto his back and pulled the pillow down tighter over his head.
"For me?" she asked.
"I would not get up this early for anyone."
Hermione was left no choice.
She pulled up his shirt a little, licked her finger, ran it across his stomach, and blew on it.
He pushed away the pillow. "What the hell are you doing?"
"Waking you up," she shrugged innocently.
"Now?"
"It's Valentine's Day, silly," she laughed. "Of course now. And I'm hungry. So hungry, in fact, that I can't get myself food."
"Bullshit," said Draco.
"What if I really am?" she questioned. "What would happen if Devon starved to death?"
"He won't," assured Draco. "Now that I'm up, what were you so urgent about?"
"I have a Valentine's Day gift!" she exclaimed.
"So do I, but that could have waited."
She gave Draco a box. He opened it apprehensively. He pulled out tons of baby stuff: bibs, towels, blankets, socks, and the like. All said: "Daddy's little boy."
Draco arched an eyebrow.
"Couldn't resist," she giggled. "There's more."
He warily looked at the bottom of the box, where there was a silver chain necklace with a snake twisted around a sword dangling from it.
"That is real," she explained. "You say a spell, and the sword gets bigger and you can use it. And it's a good luck charm, too."
He put it on. "Thank you."
They kissed briefly, then Draco pulled out for Hermione--- a book. But it wasn't just an ordinary book, not that books can be ordinary.
It was entitled: All the Reasons I Love You.
Hermione flipped it open. All of the pages were filled with these reasons, it seemed.
You're you. How could anyone not love you?
Your eyes, even though they look like Hedwig's.
They way you say (or moan. JK) my name (Especially you know when. It drives me nuts.)
And so it went all the way to
100. Your hair smells good.
"Your hair smells good?" she laughed aloud.
"You said I smelled good," he said. "Plus, it's true."
"There wouldn't be enough parchment in the world for me to write why I love you," she whispered.
They met for a deep kiss.
"Can I do your hair?" asked Hermione ten minutes later, as they were getting ready for breakfast.
Why?" he wondered suspiciously.
"I really want to do it. And promise me you'll leave without looking in the mirror."
"Whatever," he sighed. "Just don't make me look like Potter."
"Why? Don't you want to be hott?"
Draco scowled at her. "You do not think that Potter is hot."
"Of course I do. Just not nearly as much as you. Now come here." She took out her wand and a brush.
She quickly brushed through his thin strands.
She muttered a quick spell and bit her tongue to keep from laughing. His hair was pink. Hot pink. Her suppressed laughter came out as a snort.
"What did you do to me?" he asked.
"Nothing. Plus, you can't look in the mirror."
"I hate you," Draco said.
"No you don't," she replied. "And you'll look great." Another spell gave him a mohawk.
He fingered his hair nervously. "Mya, I'm going to kill you."
"No you wont, Dracie, because then you'd be killing Devon."
Thought of everything, didn't that woman?
He muttered something about getting even as they left for the Great Hall.
Draco sat between Crabbe and Goyle, but Pansy still managed to sit across from him. She didn't know anything about Draco and Hermione except that they were going out and she thought Draco was forced to move into the Head Dorm.
"Hey, Draco. I was just wondering if- Oh, my God, what did you do to your hair?"
"Hmm... My hair... Really? You don't like it? I think I look sexy."
"Oh, Draco, whatever you think. Listen, I need to ask you something."
"What?" he asked.
"I notice that you're going out with Granger."
He almost snorted. A little slow on the uptake there... Could she be any thicker?
"Yeah?"
"Well, I was wondering if you could get her to ask Potter if he sent me a Valentine. Then tell me."
"What the hell?" he exclaimed, spilling pumpkin juice. "Why would he?"
"Long story," she sighed.
"Tell me," he ordered.
"Soon, Draco. Quite soon."
Well, Pansy didn't think Draco and Harry were friends. Draco was going to ask Harry directly and find out just what was going on.
In Potions, Draco and Harry were talking over a potion that they were brewing.
"Pansy talked to me," said Draco casually.
Harry froze. "What about?" he asked in a would-be careless tone. "And what did you do to your hair?" He was avoiding the subject.... Suspicious...
"Hermione made me do it," he explained. "Did you send Pansy a Valentine?"
"What the hell are you talking about?" Of course Harry hadn't. Pansy was just trying to frame him or embarrass him.
"You're sure you didn't?" asked Draco.
"Sure as hell," replied Harry. "You know everyone hates Pansy."
Draco wasn't convinced. "Are you sure there isn't something you'd like to tell me?"
Harry was not about to talk to Draco about girls.
"Positive," he answered.
They left Potions as Snape called, "Nice hair, Draco."
Harry was walking to lunch alone when a hand grabbed him and pulled him into a small corridor.
"What the hell?" he asked, fighting the person off.
"Why are you avoiding me?" hissed Pansy. She let him go.
"Better question yet, why are you stalking me?" he retorted.
"I told you, I miss you," she whispered.
"Sorry, the feeling is sure as hell not mutual. Now can I go?"
"No, I want one thing."
"What?" he snapped, expecting the worst.
"A kiss?" Well, it wasn't nearly as bad as sleeping with her.
"If you leave me alone," he agreed.
"Deal."
She leaned in for the kiss. For some reason, neither let go. Thirty seconds later, Harry pulled away, breathing deep and hard. So was Pansy. They held eye contact for a few seconds, then Harry literally ran for his life.
At lunch and that evening at dinner, Harry was unusually quiet. He didn't tell Hermione to eat, and didn't eat himself.
"What's wrong, Harry?" asked Hermione.
Harry shook his head, incapable of speech.
The truth was, he felt absolutely... well, overwhelmed with different emotions. He'd felt something clicking while kissing Pansy but knew that relationship was definitely forbidden. But Hermione was engaged to a Slytherin, so why couldn't he date one? Sick! He scolded himself. You want to go out with Pansy? Absolutely not! But he did. A lot, if that kiss was something to go by. He grinned.
"Are you sure you're okay?" asked Hermione, eyeing him.
"Oh, yeah," Harry said brightly.
After dinner, he caught up with Pansy, pulling her behind a statue.
"Now look who's doing the stalking," she said. "I thought I was supposed to leave you alone." She didn't sound serious or mad, though.
"Can we talk?" asked Harry. Or snog, he thought.
"What about?" she wondered.
"Abouter, er, about before lunch," he answered. Come on, Potter! He thought. This is a friggin' girl, not Voldemort!
"Did you like that?" she whispered. "I know I did."
They met for the second time that day in an even deeper kiss. Harry went numb. This Pansy was something... What the hell was Draco saying?
"Listen, would you maybe kind of want to go out with me sometime possibly?" he asked her after they broke apart.
"You bet," she winked. "Does tomorrow night, 7:00, at the gates to Hogsmeade sound good?"
"Just great," he replied.
She gave him a quick peck on the lips and left.
Harry was left quite frozen, physically and mentally.
He decided to go tell his dad about this, definitely not Draco.
"What's up, Harry?" asked James, looking quite in a daze himself.
"You know that girl Pansy I was telling you about?"
James nodded, though he didn't look like he was really listening.
"Well, something happened and I ended up liking her and I just asked her out."
"That's great, Harry. Glad that problem's solved. Women are great, aren't they?"
"Dad, are you okay?"
"Just swell. Goodnight."
"Good night, dad." Harry shook his head and left. He didn't want to go to his room. Hermione and Draco were probably making out, probably Ron and Luna, too; it was Valentine's Day, after all. So, what to do? He decided to take a walk around the lake.
What had happened that morning:
Dumbledore had held an Order meeting, including James for the first time in eighteen years. People were, naturally, shocked and pleased to see him. Dumbledore convinced Narcissa Malfoy to come. Lucius, of course, didn't know.
From the moment James had lain eyes on Narcissa, he had decided that she was the sexiest chick ever, after Lily, of course.
And when Narcissa first saw James, she wanted him. Never mind that she was already married. Who cared about Lucius when there was someone like James walking around? For that matter, who cared about Lucius anyway?
Their eyes had never left each other's. In other words, LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT.
If this was Dumbledore: "So that is part of the plan. Is that all right with you, James?" then James was: "What did you say?"
It was quite funny, all in all.
This Valentine's Day, everyone was hooking up.
By March, Madam Pomfrey was able to determine Devon's due date, August 5th.
Recent spy intercepts said that the battle was to be on the night of August 10th.
As Hermione was just about halfway through her pregnancy, she was, to say the least, a bit round. But not too much, as she was a young mother. People had noticed, and Dumbledore encouraged the rumor of Hermione having an illegitimate child. People were guessing at who the father was. Naturally, they thought it was Harry because Hermione and Draco wouldn't really show affection in public. Luna now knew they whole situation, though she wasn't really a frequent visitor. And the battle was drawing ever nearer.
Dumbledore wasn't the only person planning. Voldemort was devising his own clever attack scheme. For some very odd reason, he didn't know about James being alive.
Lucius was to be found one day in March talking to Voldemort. "Master, I was just thinking about something I told Draco and that I regret."
"What could that be, Lucius?"
"I told him he could marry your daughter as long as he gave you the baby."
"Where is the problem?"
"Your daughter isn't exactly a pureblood."
Silence.
If Voldemort had been really mad, Lucius would have already been dead, so he wasn't scared.
"Your family is too good for mine?" hissed Voldemort.
"No, my Lord, I wasn't saying that. I meant that Draco is the last Malfoy, so he has to carry our pure blood. And he's not going to!"
"I don't know why you're so angry, Lucius. As long as Hermione is pregnant, you can do anything to their relationship. Stop the marriage, if you like."
"In that case, I shall," agreed Lucius.
Lucius set to work right away. He quickly sent a letter and waited for the next day to dawn.
The next morning was March 19th.
Hermione awoke and found a note on her pillow.
Dear Hermione,
My father wants to meet me in Hogsmeade today. I'll be careful. Don't worry. I should be back by lunch. Stay with Potter and Weasley.
All my love,
Draco
Hermione sighed and left for breakfast, where she told Harry and Ron about Draco's absence. She felt strangely alone. She never knew Draco made her feel so loved and wanted.
After lunch, she went to her room to take a nap, wondering how much longer Draco would be out.
As if reading her mind, he just walked in. She got up to give him a kiss, but he pushed her away.
"Get the hell away from me."
"W-what?" she asked incredulously.
"You heard what I said."
"What are you doing?" she cried. "What do you mean?"
"My father, you could say, enlightened me. I just realized that I'd be ending the Malfoy family pure blood if I married you."
"You never cared about- about blood before!" she protested, her voice cracking and her eyes filling up with tears. "Why now?"
"My father is a very influential man," he shrugged.
"But what about Devon?"
"He'll live," said Draco coldly. "Nice knowing you." He turned and departed.
Hermione was too shocked and angry to even cry. She slid off her ring and threw it against the wall. Breathing heavily, she sprinted to Harry and Ron.
"What's wrong?" Harry asked as Hermione collapsed on the chair in his room, where Ron also was.
She finally let out all of her tears.
"Mione?" asked Ron, quite alarmed. "What happened? Are you okay?"
"Of course she's not okay," snapped Harry. "Tell us, Hermione." He touched her arm.
She turned around and cried some more into his chest. This was fifty times worse than when Harry had broken up with her....
"Did you and Malfoy have a fight?" Harry asked, holding her closely.
She just cried harder at that.
"Guess so," Harry concluded. "Do you want me to talk to him?"
Hermione shook her head and lifted up the hand that had once held her engagement ring.
"No," Ron whispered, horrified.
"Shit," swore Harry. "It can't be."
She nodded.
"I'm going to go kill that son of a bitch!" yelled Ron, charging for the door.
"We never should have trusted that bastard," said Harry angrily. "Ron, you have full permission to go beat him to a bloody pulp." He hugged Hermione tighter. "It'll be okay," he whispered.
What had happened that morning:
Draco woke up to find a letter on his desk.
Draco,
Urgent business. You must come to Hogsmeade instantly. There will be severe punishments if you do not abide.
L.M.
Draco had quickly written a note to Hermione and left.
His father took him to an abandoned building.
Inside, he said, "I have changed my mind and decided that you are not to marry Hermione."
"What?"
"Yes, she will ruin the pure blood of this family," Lucius explained.
"I don't care about any damn pure blood!" yelled Draco.
"I'm afraid I do," hissed Lucius. He whipped out his wand, Draco quickly doing so also.
Draco shot a Stunner at Lucius, who deflected it easily at Draco, who fell unconscious.
Lucius proceeded to pull out a few strands of Draco's hair and put them in a Polyjuice Potion, which he drank.
Lucius, looking like Draco, left to Hogwarts.
By March 22nd, Dumbledore had been informed. Draco still lay in the abandoned building in Hogsmeade, as a Stunner knocks someone out until another person performs a countercurse. Lucius had returned to his house. Dumbledore immediately proceeded to go looking for Draco, whom he soon found and woke.
Draco quickly explained what Lucius had done, up to the part that he knew. Dumbledore concluded that it was Lucius who had broken up with Hermione. Draco didn't know about that part. He hastened to the castle.
He first met Harry and Ron in the corridors.
Ron instantly started throwing punches at Draco, while Harry watched, a smile on his face.
"Stop! You son of a bitch! Listen!" shouted Draco. "You don't understand! It was Lucius! I swear!"
"Ron, hang on," said Harry. He walked over to Draco and gave him a hand up. Draco grabbed it and stood up.
"Listen to me. Lucius took a Polyjuice Potion and did it. I swear, it wasn't me."
"Surely, you can't be serious," said Ron darkly. (A/N For all you Airplane fans: I am serious. And don't call me Shirley.)
"I think he is Ron," said Harry. "We're fine, Malfoy, but go see Hermione. She needs you. She's a wreck."
"Thanks! Bye!" Draco sprinted off to see his fiancé.
Hermione was crying silently and hugging her knees, flipping through All the Reasons I Love You. She was crying harder as she read more and more. When she heard Draco coming, she looked up.
"Hermione, you have to hear me out," he said.
"You know, I don't think you should be talking to a halfblood," she snapped. "Leave me alone."
It hurt Draco's heart to see Hermione hurting that much. It hurt him even more to see his ring on the ground. He picked it up.
"Will you put this back on?" he pleaded.
"Drop it and leave," she answered dangerously.
"Hermione, listen, that was Lucius. He took a Polyjuice Potion. I swear, I wouldn't do anything like that."
She stopped crying, perhaps in shock, and looked up. "You're lying."
"I'm not."
He took her in his arms. "I love you," he said, putting the ring back on her finger. "Nothing will change that. Nothing will ever separate us again. I promise."
"I love you, too," she whispered. "I don't know why I ever lost faith in you. I never will again. I promise."
He kissed her head and held her even tighter.
And after that, everything between the four friends was back to normal again.
TA DA!!!!!!!!!! Okay, fine, it wasn't all that... But I thought they had too perfect a relationship going... I mean, they never fought or yelled at each other or anything... That never happens in real life!!!! So I just kinda stuck that in... And how do you like those two hookups I stuck in there?? Peachy, I know... Oh well. I won't be able to write until NEXT MONDAY!!! Or maybe the weekend, if I'm lucky. Today is Wednesday, for you calendar- challenged people. I have orchestra tomorrow. Friday I have an orchestra tour and an eye appointment (I MIGHT GET GREEN COLOR CONTACTS!! Right now I have almost black eyes and Harry Potter hair.... So if I get green color contacts, I'll be HP's soulmate!!!!! AWWWWWWW!!! I can't wait!!!!) And then Saturday I have orchestra dress rehearsals and hip-hop class... and Saturday I have orchestra concert and quartet rehearsal... I know, music is my second life... after harry potter, of course. I play the violin... so I gotta go.... Toodles!!!