A/n: Be prepared for a little plot twist… Also, I just mixed up letters to make the 'Elfish' language even exist… So, I think I own my version. I don't really think this is funny at all… I think it's weird, but that's just me. Draco and Hermione have fun. :] Also, I think the funniest face is *_* but that's just me also…
Chapter 16 (or 15): You really can learn something new everyday…
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As soon as they walked through the Great Hall to the Gryffindor table, an astonished silence filled the hall. Draco glared at any boy who looked at Hermione more than 13 seconds, and she noticed, a pink tint on her cheeks. When Hermione catch a glimpse of Harry and Ron, she started dragging Draco toward them. Hermione sat beside Harry, Draco glaring at the Gryffindor who sat to the left of her. The terrified Gryffindor stood up and Draco took the seat, looking over at Hermione jubilantly.
"Harry! I'm so glad to see you're alive! What happened to Ginny?" She poked the boy hard on his shoulder, he shifted in his seat, and Hermione noticed the poignant look in his eyes.
"She's in the hospital wing, Hermione. She's barely breathing. An Avada just well about missed her. Even the news of Lupin as the Defence Against the Dark Arts teacher cannot cheer me up. I see you have a couple of bruises. You and Malfoy go through it?" His emerald eyes stared at his goblet of pumpkin juice, and Hermione nodded.
"We had to. I didn't want to be killed, Harry. You've lost too many people close to you anyhow…" She paused, her thoughts turning to Sirius. She betted that Harry was still furious and changed the subject quickly. "What do you say afterwards that we visit Ginny? Maybe she'll be more stable. You can explain to me how Lupin finally persuaded the grownups of the children that he could be a controllable teacher." Hermione said in comforting tones, and Draco tried his best not to murder Potter out of jealousy.
Draco turned his interest to the Gryffindor that was sitting to the left of him. One of Hermione's friends… He mused, and glowered at her. Looks like that Lavender girl…
"Are you and Hermione going out?" Her voice disturbed his thoughts and he rolled his eyes.
"A moment, Brown." He waved a hand at her before leaning toward Hermione's seat and whispered into her ear, "Show your hand to that little shit next to me." Her eyes shifted and she met his gaze, her eyebrow arched.
"No." She answered and Draco growled inaudibly. He bit the ball of her earlobe hard and she yelped. "I'd only do that if I wanted to."
"Then sit on my lap. I won't hurt you, and you know that." He persuaded her in a growling voice and ran a finger down the left side of her face and she shivered, before staring at him, startled.
"Here, kitty, kitty…" He pushed his chair back, and Hermione felt herself being pulled onto her husband's lap. The whole Gryffindor table gasped, in an exception of Harry, because he already knew. Draco wrapped his arms around her waist and she leaned against him, her chestnut eyes glued to his sapphire ones.
"Well, that answers my question! Congrats, Hermione!" Lavender said with a smile, and Hermione nodded, still not taking her eyes away from Draco's sapphire orbs.
"People are beginning to stare…" Hermione whispered that into Draco's ear and he just pulled her closer.
"Who cares?" He whispered and she nodded slowly and he smirked softly at her. "That's what I thought… Maybe we'll start a craze… Who knows, maybe Gryffindors will be with Slytherins now and the houses will get along… We're probably the first nuptial Head boy and Head girl…"
"Unless I go to the library again." Hermione reached out to get a roll, Draco watching her, his gaze flickering a few times to the people who were ogling at them.
"Do you live in libraries? The one at the mansion's larger than the one at Hogwarts… Should have told you earlier, but I was a little preoccupied by that fake prophecy that parchment gave me. Seems like it didn't realize you weren't a mudblood." He reached and started eating a biscuit, doing his best to look composed and at the same being aware of not getting crumbs on Hermione's robes.
"Hmm. How can parchment be wrong? Odd." Hermione glared at the envious girls and they went back to chitchat/ingestion.
"In your sanctum-"
"Hey!" Hermione scowled at him and he shrugged his shoulders, paying no heed to what she had said.
"Oh it's such a bloody pooh-poohing bother! In your sanc… Library." He looked at Hermione victoriously, "I think we should go later and see if the books have any information on your used-to-be surname, all right? I think you'll understand more then…"
"Ooh! Only after we see our rooms and everything… I heard the last Head boy and girl have to choose what theirs looked like! We can pick our own stuff and… Oh!" Draco had cut her short by a sudden embrace, and the whole Gryffindor table gaped simultaneously again.
"Look, I think this is more important. Mark my words, Hermione, you'll hate yourself if you don't do this beforehand…" He whispered into her ear and she closed her eyes tightly, setting down her muffin, trying to calm her glowing cheeks.
"Consider them remembered… You try up the surname, because I'm tired…" Hermione said vaguely, and Draco rolled his eyes.
"If you're so tired, I'll ask Dumbledore where our rooms' are…" He slid one arm under her legs and another under her head and slid out of his chair, carrying her like the bride she had been. She looked around at the shocked and disgusted looks on the student's faces and held her breath when Draco spoke again. "Professor Dumbledore! Dumbledore!"
"I can't believe this." Hermione was muttering as Dumbledore stood and acknowledged her and Draco.
"Yes, what is it, Mr. Malfoy? Ms. Granger?" Dumbledore seemed somewhat curious and Hermione looked at her hands.
"We were just wondering where our rooms were. Hermione's feeling-" There were several gasps from the Gryffindor girls, some drowning him out. "Anyhow, like I was saying before the gasps, she's tired and she needs sleep."
"Why, yes, Mr. Malfoy… But didn't you pay attention when I announced where your rooms were?" He smiled knowingly at them and Hermione looked over to McGonagall, but she looked away from her.
"We were outside. Also, Dumbledore, as my duty as Head boy, I caught Blaise threatening Hermione." If looks could kill, Blaise would be a ball of ash, due to multiple incendio spells.
"I knew I had been threatened…" Hermione whispered to Draco and he nodded. Temporarily, the Headmaster had been forgotten.
"Do you think he's worth it? I've heard ugly stories about him when I was in 4th year; when we weren't the best of chums. I mean it. Ugly stories…" He replied almost inaudibly and Hermione swallowed.
"He might have changed… I mean; you changed in a year…" Draco looked intensely down at her and she bit her lip, her eyes watering.
"He could still try to hurt you again." He warned and she looked towards the Slytherin table.
"Excuse me, Mr. Malfoy… Ms. Granger…" Dumbledore began.
"Mrs. Malfoy." Hermione corrected under her breath.
"Wond ekrab lneeualyvt wrofn erevn owh elpope het vene trapa sallf gervenith. Everything falls apart; even the people who never frown eventually break down. The two of you remember that." Draco's brows furrowed and Hermione gazed up at him questionably.
"Nwnudi lal ti chwat tot left meti utota rere wepo nifi oon lal den tot sah htenvreg. Elfish, Dumbledore… Who would've thought? Fay yo leseap nusrtin us tot het oomr? Please?" He arched an eyebrow at him.
"It's near the Slytherin Tower. The statue is that of a dragon. You two have to decide your passwords. And, please, make them reasonable." He winked and them, and Draco smirked mischievously, while Hermione hid her face in Draco's robes, embarrassed.
"Thank you, Professor Dumbledore…" Draco muttered and turned and made his way towards the Great Hall's door.
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"Coincidences, coincidences. Did you think Slytherin's points would be in the negative 100's now, Hermione? I highly doubt Snape would take points off his house, for any reason. And I'm pleased to say that I made our favourite Potions teacher flinch." Draco was quite the talker, and all Hermione had to do was nod, still trying to calm her positively glowing cheeks.
"It was a Kodiak moment! I should have brought a magiked camera with me to capture that look on Snape's face! It was so perfect!" Hermione laughed and Draco just stared down at her, both his eyebrows arched, a questionable look in his stormy eyes.
"Only the muggle cameras you had would only capture that moment, not the whole scene. You should have had magiked ones." He smirked down at her, and she scowled.
"I had no clue back then…" She muttered as he set her down on her feet.
"Look, let's just get going. I see the dragon statue near here, now come on." Draco said and she followed closely behind him and looked around for any Slytherins, especially Zambini. She wasn't so sure if he would stop threatening her. She walked into Draco and was instantly in his arms, and she felt her cheeks burning.
"I was watching for any eavesdroppers… Just in case." She whispered and he nodded, an amused look in his eyes.
"Why would anyone be listening or following us? To figure out the password? Why bother?" He walked up to the dragon statue, and whispered, "Hermione Malfoy." The dragon suddenly bounced into life, and sprang aside, revealing a hole. Draco looked over at Hermione triumphantly and she couldn't help but not suppress a grin.
"Who has that good of hearing? They'd have to be under an invisibility cloak!" Hermione put her hands to the sides of the hole and started to crawl in.
Draco took one last look around him before crawling after her. His feet hit the carpeted floor, and he looked at Hermione, who was already making adjustments to their common room.
"The floor should have an animated Gryffindor lion and a Slytherin snake running around. The couches should be half silver and green, the other gold and red. The portrait should have the last Gryffindor head girl and Slytherin head boy, and my room should have my name and Draco's his on the door in bold print." After she turned around, she met Draco's curious gaze, and she smiled faintly at him, before moving towards a couch with Slytherin colours and collapsed onto it, Draco's eyes still watching her.
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6:00, library
"I've always hated my surname. I've always wondered if we would have been together sooner if things would have been different…" Hermione said to Draco as they looked through the 'G' section of the library.
"We probably would have… But I can't imagine you being snotty, but in 1st year I really thought you were going to be in Slytherin… Holy bugger! Here's the book…" Hermione ripped the book out of his hands before he could finish and flipped through the pages until she found out what she had wanted.
"I'll read from the book. 'The Grangers were wealthy purebloods and the author, being a Granger, charmed this book so that only a true Granger and his/her husband/wife that desired him/her can hear their history. The first Grangers were in service to Salizar Slytherin, a founder of Hogwarts, who had supposedly created the Chamber of Secrets to kill all the students he thought were unworthy to learn magic, meaning mudbloods. Though the 12th generation of Grangers didn't follow the heir of Salizar, there was one girl who had a soft-spot for the Dark Lord. In 1960, Ginger Granger married T. M. Riddle and only two days after the marriage was found dead, Tom no where in sight. Several years later, Death Eaters and the Dark Lord were killing mudbloods. The 14th generation found it amusing to change all data about them and made their daughter, Miss Hermione Granger a mudblood. When she found out though, right as she's reading this book, she married Draco Malfoy, whom was the son of Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy…'" Hermione looked up and met Draco's shocked gaze, his stormy eyes threatening to widen, his mouth set in a tight line.
"This guy knows way too much… This must have been written very recently, because we got married a year ago… Who the hell wrote this… How do they know…" Hermione looked away from him and at the book and started reading aloud again.
"'Who were Death Eaters as well and had attempted to kill Hermione's best friend, Harry Potter, in their fifth year at Hogwarts. All Grangers had deep knowledge in curses, no matter what the year. The Grangers and Malfoys always had connections, even in the 1200s. The 14th generation had planned to tell their daughter in her 4th year, but put it off. They had no clue she would find out in her seventh year instead of after Hogwarts…'" She stopped reading and met Draco's gaze again, before dropping the book and collapsing on her knees before Draco took her in his arms and attempted to comfort her.
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Next day, Potions classroom- 9:00
Hermione's shock had subsided for a while, but Draco's had completely disappeared.
"Well, well, look where we're sitting at Hermione! Together… Snape must know something… I'll have to thank him." Draco smirked at her and she just stared at the seating charts, thinking she was mistaken.
"Potter… Patil… Weasley… Longbottom… Snape must be in a good mood today." Hermione added, and Draco just shrugged.
"We even get the seats in the back. Oh, and I promise I won't take too much of an advantage on your brains…" He smirked at her again and she rolled her eyes before following him to their bench right before the greasy-haired Potions teacher came running into the classroom. He had been 15 minutes late for his own class. And he says that his students were bad… Shame.
"As everyone can see, the potion you are learning today is called, simply, 'The Love Potion'. " He spat out the word 'love' like it wasn't meant for his tongue, a look on his face that reminded Hermione of her cleanoholic Aunt Raylin when she saw a tangle of wires and a certain niece of hers stuck in the whole mess.
"First of all, all of your ingredients are in the white cabinet next to Mr. Malfoy and Ms. Granger-"
"Hem hem… Excuse me, Professor Snape…" Hermione made an excellent impression of Umbridge coughing, and some students had to check if the mental patient was still at St. mungos or the Headmistress at Hogwarts. "I only go by my new name now…"
Draco looked smug, and Snape was gazing quizzically at Hermione. "…And that would be?" Draco scarcely fought back an urge to snigger, and Hermione smirked faintly and pointed her finger at Draco.
"Mrs. Malfoy, Professor, is my new name that I only answer to, or else you would be talking about a non-existent person." She looked haughtily at him, waiting for his correction.
"Next to Mrs. Malfoy and Mr. Malfoy." He scowled and continued, "Your ingredients are placed so you won't get lost. The powdered dragon-wing is first. If you need help, look on the board. And don't mess up." He looked intensely at Neville, and the poor boy nearly pissed himself.
"We start with dragon wings for a love potion. Odd." Draco muttered under his breath, but Hermione still heard him.
"Hey, I've got a plan… A fun one. After we make this let's take a little bit and put it in some random people's glasses in the Great Hall. It would make life more out of the ordinary…" Hermione whispered over to him while she was mixing the powdered dragon wing into their caldron.
"Just make sure they won't look at you, because I don't want three months worth of detention… Because if they even dare as poke you-" He began, but his bluntness was short-lived.
"I get it! We need to work, or this won't get finished. What's next after the powdered dragon wings?" Hermione ignored the annoyed look on her oh-so dear husband's face and waited for his answer.
"Rose petals?" He made a sound that Hermione thought her cat made when he was coughing up a hairball. "Euch! Look, I'm not touching them. I'll do the next thing after you put them in the caldron…" Hermione rolled her eyes at him, and lightly sprinkled the vial of powdered rose petals into the caldron.
"Feel better?" She asked haughtily, an eyebrow delicately arched at him. "Now you have to do the hardest part, which involves dragon scales. Good luck, Dragon boy." She smirked at the shocked expression on his face and opened up to her latest copy of Hogwarts; A history.
"Makes me do the hard work… While she barely lifts a finger… She's getting better than my own mother at being a Malfoy." Draco said to himself in undertone, giving a shiver of both respect and pleasure. "I maybe won't have to teach her at all."
Behind her book, Hermione was smiling widely to herself, pleased she was making her husband in high spirits.
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Great Hall- phase one of the plan:
"This will be the year everyone's in love with somebody. Triangles are always good, though. Only if they're with us. But if we are in love and we both have secret admirers, then it's still fine." Hermione said to Draco as they passed the Ravenclaw table, which was uninhabited now, sprinkling the love potion in the cups she passed, Draco doing the same to the Gryffindor table. They had already done the Hufflepuff and Slytherin table, and when they returned to their seats, the rest of their fellow students walked into the Great Hall.
"Everyone has someone." Draco said to himself and pushed his glass aside, hungrily starting on his biscuits.
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"Just try and overcome the pain until Snape gets done, all right? We've already been off the hook until tomorrow from classes, so we have to get you walking." Malfoy, who was also helping to my surprise, drawled into my ear.
One step forward. One face almost touching the floor, one arm around the possessor's waist. That was all that could be described in the quick movement in my very unstable mind. The pain was making me have hot flashes repeatedly and I could swear sweat was dripping…
"Have you ever felt the bother of a Crucio, Granger?" The silky voice was in my ears again and I felt myself being pulled up and close to him, my back about a centimetre to his chest, his muscles making me almost shiver at the even touch of him.
"No… Why?" I said quickly, and I could feel my heart fluttering at the closeness between us. What was going on with me?
"It's the same as your feeling now. Look, if you can take that pain once, then you can take it again… Come on…" He was persuading me and I knew it. And I bizarrely liked it.
Stuff I was listening to while writing this:
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Nobody's Listening- Linkin Park
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