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It had been two days since the Howler from Lucius had ruined their calm Easter holidays. Dumbledore had sent letters out to the Ministry, and all the students had been sent for. A special trip from Kings Cross had been planned, and all students had arrived the evening before with confusion and whispers surrounding them.
Fudge had come to Hogwarts that morning to talk with Hermione, Draco, Narcissa and Dumbledore; they'd had a chat before Fudge burst out in anguish.
"It can't be, Dumbledore! We've only just killed Voldemort, and now Lucius Malfoy is taking his place?! How will we cope?" Fudge had exclaimed in fear.
"Fudge, there is only one way to kill Lucius for good, and it will involve two people in this room." Fudge blinked in surprise and gasped loudly.
"How do you know this, Albus? Surely, Sibyll has not..."
"Yes, Fudge, she has. Would you like to hear the prophecy?" Dumbledore asked in his usual calm, serious voice.
"Of course, Albus, of course! Please, tell me now!" Fudge wrung his hands in his lap as he paced the room, but he stopped as Dumbledore took out his Pensieve and poked it with his wand. Out floated the white, ghost-like form of Professor Trelawney.
"Those who can rid the world of the second Dark Lord hold only one thing in common... their love for each other will bring them together... together they can kill the second Dark Lord... they will use their angry past to create a peaceful future...the Potter's love will once again save lives..." Her usual voice was replaced by a urethral, monotone voice.
"You've both been involved in the battle against Voldemort, and this is what the past is talking about. Your background in fighting, as well as your love, will stop Lucius if you fight him together. From now on, you are to be together at all times. You will stay in the same room; you will take all the same classes; Hermione, you will eat at the Slytherin table." Hermione was about to object but she was silenced quickly.
"Narcissa, you should stay with them. If they request to be alone, you should visit Snape. I understand that the thought of killing your husband is not pleasant, but it must be done." Dumbledore put his Pensieve away and sat down once more.
Fudge walked to the door and stopped; he turned to Dumbledore with a look of determination on his face.
"The Ministry will have all Aurors on the look out for Lucius. Narcissa, we need to post a few people at the Manor, is that alright?"
Narcissa nodded a few times. Fudge cleared his throat and looked at the two students, as though with extreme trouble.
"Good luck, you two. Don't let the wizarding world down." With that, he swept out of the room and closed the door behind him. Dumbledore rose from his seat and motioned for his company to do the same.
"You should go to your room for now, just to let all of this sink in. I'll send for the house elves to bring you up some food. Narcissa, if you would come with me please."
Draco and Hermione never heard the small, muttered spell that would change destiny.
Draco and Hermione did as they were told and went up to their dormitory, which had been changed do that Hermione and Draco shared a room.
"Oh, so we get to sleep together!" Draco had laughed when he found out.
Hermione hit him on the arm lightly. "Right, don't you go getting all excited, Draco. We're sleeping together, not getting together."
"Oh, but honey, it's been so long." He whined in a fake voice.
"We're not having sex, Draco. Not while your mother's here, that's just gross."
"You virgins, always ruining everything." He retorted, and she nearly hit him for real.
"I wouldn't be a virgin if you had your way, now would I?" She countered.
"Of course not, love, you think I'd be able to wait if you didn't hex me every time I tried?" He gave her a half smile and began to chase her around the room. She laughed and ran, circling the furniture until she was too tired to move. She collapsed on the couch, lying on her back with her head propped up on a pillow. Draco stopped and stood in front of her with a glint in his eyes.
"Oh, Mya, you've fallen. Here, let me wake you up." He pulled out his wand and in one swift motion there was a bucket of cold water draining on her head.
"Draco Malfoy, you're going to get it now!" She screamed, and she sent a bucket of ice cubes flying towards him.
"Mya, stop it! That's ice, you know!" He ran around the room while she stood and hid behind the couch, taking her battle position.
Draco turned a table on it's side and hid behind it; soon there were great colored balloons filled with all sorts of strange things –pudding and whipped cream being the favorite – flying magically across the room and dropping onto the opponents head.
"Draco, enough, I surrender!" Hermione called aloud after being barraged with ten balloons full of chocolate ice cream at once.
"Fine, fine, but call off these balloons, they're hitting me repeatedly!" Draco called back. Hermione had bewitched hers so that each time they hit they filled again.
"Right, right." She stopped the spell and stood up from her hiding space to survey the messy room. Draco did the same and they looked at each other before breaking out into laughter and magically cleaning up the mess and themselves.
They stayed in the room for nearly an hour before Draco lit the fire in the hearth and they sat down in front of it. Draco pulled over one of the large, plush chairs for himself as Hermione walked over behind him. He sat down and was about to summon the other chair when Hermione sat down on the plush rug at his feet. She rested her head on his knee and Draco gave her a quizzical look, which she could not see.
"Why are you sitting on the floor? Honestly, it isn't that hard to bring a chair over." He gave a little chuckle and grinned as she turned her head to his voice.
"I don't know why. I just feel more comfortable like this. Is it bothering you?" Hermione gave him a look that seemed to ask his permission; he shook his head lightly.
"No, not really. I was just wondering if you were comfortable or not." He smiled when she laid her head back down, and it was not long before his hands were playing with her long black hair. They just sat there for a little while, chatting about nearly anything until it was time to go to bed.
"I have to change; will you close your eyes?" Hermione asked him curiously. He smirked and looked as though he itched to make a rude comment, but thought better of it.
"Sure, I'll close my eyes. But I don't know why, Mya, you've got the body of a goddess." He turned and sat down on the bed as she pulled out a few night gowns from the dresser.
"Draco, which do you like?" She pointed to the air beside her, where three teddies hung magically.
Draco eyed her before turning his attention to the three teddies. There was a black one with white lace edging, though it looked the longest of the three. The next was a deep green with silver lace edging, and it was the shortest of them all. The last was a hot pink with black leopard print all over, which surprised Draco the most.
"I didn't know you owned these types of clothing, Mya. Though I must say, I like your choices." She blushed deep red and pointed to the teddies.
"Which one, Draco?"
"The green one, it's the shortest." He smirked and she twirled her finger to signify that she was going to change.
"Don't you peek; I don't want to have to hex you before bed." She laughed and Draco did as he was told. When she was finished she whistled to him; he turned around and grinned widely.
"Well, don't you look like the Slytherin Princess tonight." He kissed her lightly before pulling out a pair of green boxers and taking off his shirt.
"I don't mind if you peek, Mya." He winked and she clucked her tongue before turning around. When he was done he silently walked over to her and placed his hands on her hips.
"Come on, I'm tired." He whispered to her. She nearly melted under his hot breath on her ear, but she walked over to the bed and slipped under the covers instead. He followed and slid in beside her, slipping his arm around her waist and pulling her close before falling asleep. 'I could get used to this.' Hermione thought, before drifting off into her usual dreamless sleep.