An Evil Protrait

Hermione waited patiently with a Potions book in the same sitting room she arrived in. It was 11:57 am and Amy and Blaise were expected in exactly three minutes. Draco was in his study writing long letters to someone. He had stayed that way for the past few days and Hermione couldn't help but be curious about who he was conversing with.

Glancing up at the clock it was now 11:59 am and Draco was coming into the room. He smiled and came to sit next to her with an arm around her. Hermione kissed his cheek and leaned on him, still reading.

"What are you reading?" Draco asked peering over her shoulder.

Hermione pursed her lips a bit. She hated being interrupted while she read, even if it was Draco whom was doing the interrupting. "Something to poison you with." She joked, sarcastically.

Draco how ever didn't get it and yelped. "What!"

"Relax hun, it's a joke." Hermione assured him.

Draco relaxed and settled down, smiling at her pet name for him. "5, 4, 3, 2, 1..." He counted down before the fire suddenly swirled green and Amy and Blaise stepped out of the fire.

Hermione grinned and got off the couch to hug Amy and Blaise.

"So what have you guys been up to?" Amy asked as they sat back down.

"Nothing much, really, but what about you guys?" Draco replied, dully.

"My mom liked Blaise." Amy said brightly.

"Too bad her brother hates me." Blaise winced.
Amy giggled. "My brother scared the hell out of Blaise and threatened to castrate him the second I got pregnant." Amy beamed up at Blaise.

Draco grinned at his best friend. "Good thing Hermione's an only child."

"Lucky you." Blaise grumbled slouching down in his seat.

"Who says I'm an only child?" Hermione asked with a secret smile.

"Well I just assumed 'cause well you know.." Draco stuttered looking a bit scared.

Hermione bit her lip from laughter. "I have one older brother named Andrew." Draco's mouth hung open with a look of horror on his face.

Blaise burst into laughter. "You get to deal with an older brother, too!"

"Why didn't you tell me?" Draco cried his mouth still hanging open.

"You never asked." Hermione shrugged. "And close your mouth, you look remarkably like a fish."

Draco closed his mouth and, playfully, glared at her.

"Hermione, did you go Christmas shopping yet?" Amy asked kneading Blaise's palm with her knuckles.

"No I didn't even think about." Hermione said alarmed at herself for forgetting.

"Good, because we can all go together!" Amy grinned while Draco and Blaise winced.

"Great! What do you think, Draco?" She caught him off guard as he exchanged disgusted looks with Blaise.

"Err..."

"Never mind." Hermione rolled her eyes. "When shall we go?"

"We don't have to go anywhere." Amy grinned pulling some magazines out of her bag. "All we have to do is look through these and order stuff. Everything is guaranteed to arrive within ten seconds."

Hermione literally jumped at the magazines and seized one. It was for Madam Malkin's Robes. Flipping through it she looked at all the different robes. "This is wonderful, Amy!"

"It's my mom's. She thought you might need them." Amy grinned and her cheeks turned ever so slightly pink.

"How do we pay?" Hermione asked over the pages.
"It is all kept on a tab."

"Okay. Amy and I will be upstairs." Hermione smirked picking up a few magazines.

"See you guys later." Amy grabbed the last of the magazines and kissed Blaise on the lips.

Amy and Hermione hurried upstairs into a study Hermione had claimed as her own. Jumping on Hermione and Draco's bed they leafed through the magazines and giggled while showing each other everything in them.

"What do you think Blaise would want?" Amy asked looking at a quidditch magazine.

"Something to make himself look pretty." Hermione joked, allowing another wave of giggles to wash over them.

"He would kill us both if I got him something along those lines." Amy fell over in laughter.

"Shut up, you filthy mongrels!" Hermione and Amy ceased their noise and looked around to find where the noise was coming from.

On the wall where a picture of a meadow usually hung was the painting that had insulted Hermione the night before.

"Good, now I can tell you that you should warn your pitiful men downstairs of the danger coming towards them." The painting cackled before disappearing and leaving the portrait of the meadow.

Without wasting a moment Amy and Hermione bounded out of the room and down the stairs. They raced through the halls into the sitting room the boys were in.

"Hey we're shopping here." Blaise yelled pushing the presents behind the couch.

Draco noticed their flushed faces and heavy breathing. "What's wrong?' He asked.

"That portrait, the one that insulted me last night..." Hermione panted.

"Said to warn you guys of a danger on it's way." Amy finished for her, falling into Blaise's arms.

"You mean that crazy one that hates Draco?" Blaise grinned, apparently amused.

Draco blushed a bit. "Yeah that one. Don't worry. It hates me beyond reason and has lost it." Draco said more into Hermione's ear.

"I say we stop shopping and just go out on th beach." Blaise suggested.

"Ok!" Amy agreed promptly.
"You guys go ahead. I'll just stay on the balcony and watch." Hermione told them.

"You sure?" Blaise asked. Hermione nodded and smiled.

"I'll be fine."

"Alright we're going to get our bathing suits on." Blaise said and left the room with Amy.

Draco bent over and kissed her lips softly. "I'll stay up here with you." He told her.

"Draco you don't have to." Hermione insisted.

Draco smiled. "I know I don't have to. I want to." Draco assured her and took Hermione's hand, leading her to the balcony.

They stood at the edge and looked down at the beach.

"That whole piece is owned by me...well technically my father but oh well." Draco explained pointing around.

"It's beautiful." Hermione whispered, a smile on her lips.

"Someday I'll own it." Draco muttered to himself.

Amy and Blaise were walking along the beach, hand in hand. Hermione watched them almost enviously. They had their lives ahead of them. They wouldn't be tied down with a baby for the next eighteen years. Hermione sat down and ran her fingers over her stomach absentmindedly. Draco came and sat down next to her. Hermione took his hand and held his hand against her stomach.

Draco's eyes grew wide and his hand jerked.

"Did you feel it?" Hermione asked.

"It kicked, didn't it?" Draco asked, unsure.

"Uh huh." Hermione reached up and kissed him. "The baby kicked."

Draco wrapped his arms around her and leaned back on the seat, watching her closely. He ran his hands through her hair before leaning down and kissed her on the lips. Hermione kissed back and put her hands around his neck and ran her fingers through his silky hair. Draco's tongue entered her mouth and he pulled her as close as he could. Hermione's hands roamed his body until they pulled away desperate for breath. Draco made a line of soft butterfly kisses down her jaw line to her neck. Hermione let a moan escape her mouth as he lightly bit her neck.

Draco pulled back and kissed her lips again. Hermione laid down on the couch and Draco laid next to her.

"I love you, 'Mione." He muttered in her ear.

"I love you, too Draco." Hermione whispered back.

After a couple minutes of silence Hermione spoke again. "Draco do you think that portrait was right?"

"No. I really don't." Draco said but he didn't sound so confident.