Hermione recovered first, saying, "Well, that was perfectly and patently ridiculous."
Malfoy nodded, saying, "I thought he might try to kill me."
Hermione laughed, and said, "Harry? He might have tried for both of us!"
Malfoy chuckled, though the subject was in no way funny.
Hermione archly drawled, in a flawless "Malfoy" impression, "He claims he wants to be an Auror. I claim he's training to be a busybody."
"Oh, you," Draco said, pulling her into his arms and smothering her with a firmly gentle kiss.
Hermione recovered from his ministrations eventually, and she looked into his eyes, as she totalled what she knew. "So, we met in Muggle London, commenced sexual congress, and I did in fact not get pregnant." Draco turned amusingly pink at that bald statement, and Hermione continued, "And we're engaged, have been since we were too young to remember."
Draco Malfoy nodded, watching a complex set of emotions playing over her face. Finally, she took in a deep breath and just said it, "So why does Pansy Parkinson keep insisting she's engaged to you?"
Draco knew, he just knew that wasn't the question Hermione was asking. She was really asking Who am I to you?
And that was going to be harder to answer.
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