Unacceptable Romance
Kimberly-Grace- Well glad you like it and think it's stands out! I'll check out your stories maybe. If I have time.
JessicaDracoMalfoy-smiles Thank you, child, thank you. You shall be blessed with one thousand chocolate cigarettes. (They have those here in Korea. They're so yummy)
DreamGurl-de-Draco- Yeah, this chapter is the beginning of the matchmaking. Muahahaha. Well I'm happy you liked it.
Cinnamon Spice- Well, thanks for complimenting...but it's not like Draco's programmed to not ever like a muggleborn. I mean, I know he was raised learning to never "associate" with the creatures, but please, he just fell in love with Mione. That's not a very important detail. Well, maybe it is, but it just doesn't really matter in this story whether he did or not.
So...yeah. This is a Draco/Ginny fiction... I feel I have no reason to go into explaining the whole thing between Draco and Hermione.
Marie0991- I'm glad YOU liked it. I don't know, I think I'm a very odd writer. But it's ok; I think it's very fun. Yeah I know all the good stories on ff have so many cliffhangers. I could bite my blanket in half sometimes from the suspense. I'm going to try to update more often on this story. Because I planned it all out, and yeah now I sort of have a source because my ideas are written down now. So I won't get as much writers block.
Ok, but if any of you delicious (goes over to stove and fills pot with water and starts to boil; NO I'M KIDDING, I SWEAR) reviewers are interested in co-writing...then I'm all for it. But not on this story, but my other ones because on those other ones, I haven't figured them out, and as for this one I have.
Onward with the story...!
RECAP:
Ginny is told she's going to go to a matchmaking thing to find a suitable husband. Draco is wounded in war. Also, I have decided to call Harry's home Shearing Cross. I got that in a book. But I really like it. Please don't sue me, or report me.
Hermione Granger, the wife of Harry Potter for a whole year, glanced up over the letter she had just finished reading. When her husband handed her the letter, he'd remarked that he hoped she enjoyed matchmaking. His comment now made sense and she was none too happy about it.
She raised a brow at Harry, her foot suddenly tapping to indicate her annoyance, if the raised brow didn't quite make her point, she demanded, "And how did it come about that I end up with the responsibility of find this girl a husband, when you are the one who owes the favor to her father? This letter is addressed to you, isn't it?"
"Well, yeah." Harry shrugged. "But I figured matters of matrimony and matchmaking are a female's department."
"Says who?"
"Me."
He smiled as he said that, because he knew it would irritate her even more. And she gave him the reaction he was expecting, a very ugly snort.
"You know very well that Tonks is better able to see to something like this," she informed him. "She knows everyone who is anyone, so she'd know exactly who is in the market for a wife, and who isn't."
"By the by, you are doing superbly in that respect." A compliment was just what she needed at that point, but then he knew that which was why he threw it in. "And it's true, Tonks might be more knowledgeable in this area, but she might not be up to the entertaining and socializing that will be required to see this thing done right. She's not the fun and energetic person she once was. She's changed. But if you must, I'm pretty sure she'll be glad to give you a few tips. I know I'm the one who started this, and the favor was asked of me, but it falls to you, as my wife, to deal with it."
He was right, of course. He was the Minister of Magic. He shouldn't be required to involve himself in something so trivial. But this was a favor he was doing. On the other hand, she was his wife, and in her opinion, the same held true for her. Perhaps there was a way out of this.
With that thought, Hermione asked, "Is it absolutely necessary that you do this favor?"
"Absolutely," he assured her. "The favor I owe is a serious one. This is nothing compared to what could have been asked of me, and quite a relief that this matter can be disposed of so simply."
She felt like snorting again, but restrained herself this time. Simple for him, of course. He'd already delegated the responsibility, washed his hands of it. That's what he thought. If she was required to do a lot of entertaining about and beyond the normal required of her to get this girl matched to some worthy fellow, she'd see to it that Harry would attend said entertainments.
"Oh, Harry? Who is the girl? You must at least tell me who I'm going to find a match for." Hermione said.
"No, it's a surprise. You're going to be very happy. I'm sure you'll find a match for her very quickly. You know her."
"Really?"
"Yeah."
Maybe it wouldn't take long at all to find the lady a husband...
"Oh and we're also going to have a lot of guests." Harry said.
Hermione snorted again. "When have we ever not had a house full?"
Harry chuckled. With more than a hundred house elves under their roof, a full house was a bit of an understatement. Yet he was referring to guests, and he was quite right. So many people had occasion to do business with Harry, and people were always coming over. Some times they stayed for a couple of days, just for the heck of it. Harry was minister of magic after all, basically living in eternal relaxation.
"Well, I know this is crazy. But remember when I was dating Draco back in school?" Hermione asked.
"Yeah."
"Maybe, whoever this mysterious girl is, will be a good match for him. I mean, I just broke it off with him that one day. I highly doubt he's found another girl by now. He's Tonks cousin, or something like that. I know they don't have...uhm...a good family relationship, but maybe somehow she could get him to come over here. Draco is actually husband material in my opinion. I would have married him, if I didn't fall in love with someone better."
Harry looked unsure about Malfoy and Ginny. He just couldn't see it happening. He never actually liked Malfoy, just faked it, and tried to put on a good show for Hermione. Oh well, Malfoy probably loved Hermione still. Harry would just make sure Draco would stay away from Hermione, but other than the horrifying news of Malfoy being in his household, he thought it was a good plan.
"Excellent." He said and smiled a little. "Well, I guess you can see to it that they do 'take to each other'?"
"I suppose I can put some effort into that. Much easier than planning several balls and dozens of smaller affairs- all of which you would have to attend, of course." Hermione said with an evil smirk.
Harry looked aghast at the very thought. "I believe I shall take up residence in London for the duration."
"Well, Mr. Harry Potter, now that you mention it, it would be easier to plan these things for London. Less likelihood of everyone staying over."
He quickly changed his mind. "Well, on second thought, I'll remain here in the country."
Hermione gave a big innocent smile. "As you wish dear. If you want to put up with thirty or forty people at our breakfast table each morning – ."
The look he gave her now was quite sour. "You're just determined to involve me in this, aren't you?"
"Absolutely. Come on, it'll be fun."
Harry sighed. "I'll have a talk with Tonks about this Draco Malfoy you suggested. If he's suitable, and I can't see how he would be, I'll try to match him with the girl." He said and gave Hermione a brief hug. "Actually, I like that idea a lot. Let's get this thing done as soon as possible."
Hermione hugged him back, not so briefly. "And then maybe we could have a vacation ourselves for a little privacy, just you, me, and the baby? After all, we haven't had any real time to ourselves since Jason was born. It's been months now, and people are still showing up to get a good look at your heir. Perhaps we could go off to the new cottage further out?"
"No, that cottage just doesn't sound too appealing to me, sweetheart. Plus, I thought you were picturing something much smaller. It has 20 rooms, dear."
She frowned. It was true. She wanted a tiny 1 or 2 room little shack. She scratched that idea. "Actually, the house is large enough that we could probably move to one of the unused wings and no one would ever now the three of us were there."
He glanced down at her to determine if she were joking. Since her expression gave him no clue, he said, "Was that a complaint about the size of our home?"
"Not a'tall. Just another suggestion." Hermione said. "I've always considered it the perfect size myself," She added, "even if I do get lost occasionally."
"You do not," He protested.
"Only once or twice." She retorted, smirking.
"Herms--."
"Alright, alright, only once, but not for long." She grinned. She loved being irritating sometimes. Maybe while she was dating Draco some of his evilness just rubbed permanently on her. Anyway, it worked well to get him out of the stuffy, arrogant behavior that had been his usual appearance - before he met her – which he sometimes fell back into from habit. She much preferred the hot-tempered, argumentative man she thought she was marrying when they'd eloped.
"You know," Harry said now, in response to her teasing, "I haven't explored the back wings of the house in some time. They were quite private, as I recall. You're absolutely sure they still are?"
The look in his green eyes told her exactly in what direction his thoughts had gone. A tiny thrill shot through her, as it usually did whenever he looked at her with heat in his eyes. A tryst in the middle of the day, in an unused portion of the house, sounded quite fun to the both of them.
"Why don't we go and find out?" She suggested, her voice a bit huskier than it had been.
Harry smirked and pulled her into a deep, passionate kiss.
Well, I actually love this chapter...even though I wrote it. Oh ok, I got some help...well actually a lot of help. Haha. I don't know if everyone read or not...but Harry's house is called Shearing Cross from now on. I like that a lot. In this one book it's actually Sherring...not Shearing. So I'm not completely copying. But don't sue me. Oh and REVIEW!!!