Don't Deal With Love

By: Malfoy-Amazing-Bouncing-Ferret

Chapter 9: Breakfast with the Dragon and a talk with Aunt Cissy

The next morning, Draco did just as he said he'd do. He quietly sneaked into Hermione's room with a tray of breakfast for both of them. Before going over to her bed, he sat the tray down on a table in the corner of the room. Slowly he climbed under the covers next to her and touched a cold hand to her warm cheek. "Hermione. Come on, Honey. Wake up." he whispered softly.

"No, Ron, it's too dangerous." she mumbled.

Curiosity caught Draco. So, in a voice very much like Ron's, he said, "What's dangerous, Hermione?"

"This bloody mission!" she mumbled. Hermione was definitely out of it. "We're going to get caught!"

"No we won't."

"I wouldn't be surprised if Malfoy senior…" slowly she trailed off.

"Malfoy senior what? Come on Hermione, tell me!" Draco whispered.

Automatically, Hermione's eyes snapped open and looked at Draco. "Tell you what?"

"Oh……nothing. Here, sit up. I brought us some breakfast." As Hermione sat up in bed, Draco got up to get the tray. When he sat the tray between them Hermione smiled.

"How did you know? This is my favorite thing to eat for breakfast!" she asked.

"I've watched you eat before. This is your usual breakfast. Mine too."

"Can never get tired of it." Hermione said as she picked up a slice of cinnamon toast. Of course the breakfast tray also consisted of scrambled eggs, two bowls of porridge and a glass of orange juice and a cup of coffee.

"And what's so great about it is that I made it; not the house elves."

"Really? This is great!" Hermione exclaimed before taking a drink of her coffee.

"So, 'Mione, tell me about S.P.E.W."

"Oh Merlin, Thank you! Finally, someone who says it properly."

"What? Does Potter and Weasley call it 'spew'?"

"Yes and it gets on my nerves. Okay, do you know what S.P.E.W. stands for?"

They talked for what seemed like hours. When Draco looked down at his watch, he saw that they had been, indeed, talking for many hours. And it was nearly lunch time.

"Well, Hermione, I have to go somewhere, but I will be back this evening." Draco said standing up and picking up the tray.

"Alright. Will your mother be here?" she asked.

"Yes. I think she's getting everything organized right now. I'll see you this evening."

With that, he left the room.

Hours after lunch, Hermione was stepping out of the shower. After she toweled herself dry, she threw her bath robe on and walked down to her room where she met Narcissa.

Two hours later, Hermione was in the beautiful dress and shoes Draco had gotten for her. Her long, wavy, brown hair was up in an elegant French knot, a few curls fell to the sides of her face. Light gray shadow covered her eyelids and light pink gloss tainted her lips.

"Oh my! You look gorgeous! Honestly, I think you're going to be the most beautiful tonight." Narcissa said in awe.

"Do you really think so?"

"Draco will be rendered speechless when he sees you. He talked to Lucius and I this morning when we caught him in the kitchen. He was standing in front of the stove cooking while all of the house elves were sitting at the table. He was making them breakfast! I swear, I don't now what's gotten into that boy. Ever since you came here, he's been acting like this. It's not normal. I thought there was no cure for him! Now that you're here, I do believe there's a cure. Anyways, he asked us for our opinion. He asked us what we thought about you two getting married! You know, Hermione, I think that it's a great idea! You could really do him some good. That Pansy girl, I don't like her one bit. I get letters from him telling me that she won't keep her hands off of him and that he's tired of it. I feel so sorry of my little dragon." Narcissa explained.

"Pansy practically has her hands glued to him. Sometimes I sympathize for him.

"Well, you're all ready. Now, I need to go to my room and get ready. Draco should be coming to get you any minute now." Narcissa looked at Hermione and saw the nervousness swimming in her eyes. "Don't worry. You'll do fine." Then, she was gone.

Hermione was once again alone in a quiet room. She looked around and found herself looking into a mirror that reached from the black, carpeted floor to the ceiling.

"If that isn't the most beautiful thing I've ever seen, then I don't know what is."

Hermione jumped and turned around to see Draco standing in the doorway of her bedroom. He was wearing a black suit and a set of black robes which were lined with silver.

"You don't look so bad yourself."