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Chapter 5: Causing Trouble
"I got an interesting phone call from Draco today." Ginny said to Ron as he walked through her front door. "He wanted me to relay a message."
"Well go on then," Ron said irritably. Taking off his cloak and hanging it on the coat rack.
He turned around and stumbled backwards at the force of Ginny's small hand going across his face.
"What in bloody hell was that for!" he grunted, Rubbing his stinging cheek.
"You leave Hermione alone." Ginny glared at him. "Draco will kill you, don't you understand?"
" I can't believe this!" Ron hissed. "My own sister turning her back on me."
"I am not. I am warning you Ronald Weasley. He may have changed from the twit he once was. but!" Ginny's voice grew into a whisper as she removed her brother's hand from his face replacing her hand where his hand had once been. "He is still a Malfoy."
Ron nodded. "What'd he say?"
Ginny tilted her head. "It is not wise to distress the women of Malfoy."
"And you think that was a threat?" Ron shrugged it off.
"Don't take it lightly Ron, it's not what he said that bothers me." Ginny opened the front door. "It's the way he said it."
"Hello Ginny," Harry kissed her quickly, before acknowledging Ron.
"What brings you by?" Harry hung his coat next to Ron's cloak.
"Bored stiff," Ron said. It was their code for; "we need to talk right now!"
"I did it again," Ron admitted as he sat down on a chair in Harry's study.
Harry shook his head. "Don't make her hate you Ron,"
"I trying not too." Ron sighed. "I don't trust him Harry."
"I do," Harry said calmly. "At least when it comes to our 'Mione."
"And what all of a sudden makes him so trustworthy with something so precious to us as Hermione?" Ron retorted.
"It wasn't sudden," Harry reassured him. "I see how happy and content Hermione is with Draco, and everything horrible I feel about him changes. It was not my expectations that were met by Draco that gave me my change of heart, It was my love and trust that I have for Hermione."
"And if something goes wrong and he hurts her?" Ron asked hoping to find a weak spot in this conversation he could pry into.
"Then we'll still be here," Harry stared at Ron. "Or at least I will."
Ron nodded.
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Draco grimaced; sometimes he wished he did not do some of the things for Hermione he does.
He stared wickedly at the contraception potion before him.
"And you're sure this stuff is safe?" Draco asked Hermione looking over his shoulder at her.
"It's suppose to be, but if its not we'll know later won't we" She poked at him laughing as his impassive face turned into a glare.
"There's no way I'm taking that," Draco shook his head.
Hermione pursed her lips before putting her pajama shirt of over the white shirt she was already wearing.
"What are you doing?" his stubborn look turned into one of confusion.
Hermione opened the cabinet and pulled out what was left of her contraceptive potion. "I have to take at least one tablespoon of this every time we have sex." She shook the flask. "I've just resorted to mouthfuls."
"That's a lot of sex," Draco muttered turning back to his own flask, he picked it up and uncorked it. "Bottoms up."
He quickly drank the pale orange liquid. He turned to Hermione and smiled when he realized she had taken her shirt back off.
"I'm the luckiest man alive." He sighed.
"I think I'll enjoy tonight more than I usually do." Hermione chirped gleefully.
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"I'm worried Ron's turning into some stalker creep guy, ya know?" Ginny shook her head.
"Draco has been diligent," Harry yawned pulling Ginny in close to him.
"His patients are running thin. He gracefully warned him this afternoon."
"So I heard," Harry ran his hand over his head. "He wouldn't do anything to harm him in front of Hermione."
He felt Ginny nod.
" I want him to stop," she said. "Before he gets hurt."
"I have a feeling he won't stop," Harry sighed. "Until he's killed."
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"Hello Ron," Mr. Granger opened that door allowing Ron to step inside the landing.
" I was wondering if you had a moment?" Ron asked.
"Of course, how about we talk in the kitchen over a nice cup of tea."
"Sounds great."
They sat there in silence as Miles prepared the tea before setting two mugs on the bar where they sat. He watched as Ron's eyebrows came together in a frown.
"I don't exactly know how to begin," Ron explained suddenly.
Miles nodded in understanding, "I've got time."
Ron smiled shakily.
"Do you remember hearing about Deatheaters from Hermione not to long ago?" Ron started.
Miles nodded, "they are the ones who worked for the Dark lord."
"The fact that Draco used to be one still has me worried…" Ron stopped when he saw Miles frown. "Something wrong?"
"Draco was a Deatheater?" Miles asked.
Ron nodded.
"Tell me," Mr. Granger paused. "What else don't I know about Mr. Malfoy."
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"Love?" Draco choked up.
Hermione sat up and turned on the light, before spinning to look at her husband.
"I don't feel so great," He suddenly untangled himself from the sheets and quickly ran into the restroom.
"Uh oh," Hermione opened the side draw and took out her refilled contraceptive potion drinking some quickly.
"Are you sure that was right?" Draco asked through the closed door. "That could have been some stomach pumping potion."
"Well Harry did make it," Hermione mumbled.
"Excuse me?" Draco glared opening the door.
"I didn't have time," she pouted.
"Never again. We're sticking to the old way," he told her adamantly.
"Fine," Hermione walked into the restroom after he came out, locking the door behind her she took a shower.
"What are you doing?" Draco asked flustered.
" I promised my Father an early breakfast," She replied.
"It is 5:00," Draco frowned.
"I'm aware," She kissed his forehead. "Call me if anything else happens to you." He followed her to the door.
"What if I mysteriously die?" He asked seriously.
"I love you," She answered as he wrapped her scarf around her.
"I love you too,"
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"Miles?" Hermione called out from hallway, placing her things in the rack. Walking into the kitchen where she found her father and Ron, who looked as if he'd been getting ready to leave, and her father who had the "look" she always feared on his face. It wasn't the look that scared her it was the fact his face showed no expression. He only had that look plastered on his face when he was extremely disappointed with Hermione. She had only seen it once, but she would never for get.
She glared at Ron as he past her and walked straight out the door only then did her father turn to look at her.
Her eyes blurred with tears for no reason. Many horrible things Ron could have told him passed through her head in the second Miles stared at her. He stood as she began to shake violently.
" Hermione," he called quietly, He pulled her into his embrace. "I didn't mean to look at you that way." He told her. He could feel her whole body relax as those words tumbled from his lips. "I'm sorry."
" I can't handle that look," she whimpered.
He pulled out a handkerchief and whipped her face.
" I didn't know that look could be so hard on you," he began, as Hermione took control of herself but continued to let her father care for her. "I haven't given it to you since the day you told me you were considering Ronald for courtship,"
"It's called dating Miles," Hermione smiled as her fathers features softened.
"Come," he said pulling her toward the bar where he and Ronald had previously been conversing.
"Oh dad," Hermione said, putting her head in her hands. "I hate taking this stupid contraceptive. So I get Draco to take the male version of it and it only made him sick."
She took the cup Miles handed to her.
"Now he refuses to try again," She sipped.
"I doubt he can refuse for very long," Mr. Granger replied, eyes thoughtful.
"Oh but you don't know Mr. Malfoy like I do," Hermione shook her head. "When he says never again the way he did when he got sick; he meant never again."
Miles chuckled softly. Hermione smiled, before taking another sip of her tea.
"You never told me Draco used to be a Deatheater." He slid in casually.
Hermione paled, 'Great, I'm going to kill you.'
"He was," she responded.
"But now he's reformed," Miles offered.
"He was forced, I'm not sure if that really even counts. Come on, I'll explain over breakfast."
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