OBLIVIATE

Draco Malfoy

As they strode to his bedroom, Draco wondered if Hermione was truly contented in the manor. He was aware that she was not too keen of extravagant things, which the manor was anything but. She preferred the warmth of a true home rather than the prestige of the garish manor. He had never been particularly fond of the place either, not since the Deatheaters took over it. But he had never taken the effort to search for a new place. Astoria was happy enough with it and even if he had bought a place to call it his home, there was no one he could have shared it with. Now, however, as he looked at Hermione, he felt driven to buy a proper home for them. He was not oblivious to the fact that she was not nearly ready for the kind of relationship where she would completely move in with him, anytime soon. But he was confident enough that he could convince her in a month.

He opened the door to his bedroom as they reached there.

"I will just get ready for bed." She said and blushed. And as she proceeded to the bathroom, Draco prayed that he wouldn't pass out of sheer delight to have her lie with him again.

He slipped on a lose tee shirt and pants and went to lie on his side of bed waiting for Hermione to join him.

She came out minutes after and Draco drew in a deep breath. She was wearing loosely fitted tee shirt and shorts with her hair down. She reminded him of the time when they would spend the night at room of requirement in sixth year, although by the end it didn't involve much of clothing.

"You look remarkable." He whispered to her quietly as she settled in beside him. "Although, I am still resolute about your curls. I am counting on the day when they grow back."

"You are one to talk, Malfoy. Have you looked at yourself in the mirror for past ten years? You look no less than a pompous aristocrat, with your long hair tied back and not to forget the beard." She retorted.

"You don't like my hair?" He huffed petulantly.

"And the beard. You look like your father. I prefer the way looked in the sixth year, your hair short and disheveled." She explained as she ruffled his long hair. Well, come to think of it, he much preferred the way it was in the past. He just kept it the way every Malfoy did as he did other things.

"Okay! If you promise to bring back that nest of yours, I suppose I could change my look as it was before." He conceded.

"Deal." She drew up the blankets to her chin and turned towards her side to look at him.

"What?" He asked as she continued her staring.

"I just can't figure out how ten years passed and I lived without knowing about us. It just feels like it was yesterday as we snuggled in on that garish sofa, you loved so much in the room of requirement. But now you are all grown up, divorced with a son who looks just like you." She answered truthfully.

He tucked in a curl behind her hair and ran his finger along her face. "These years have not been particularly kind to me, Hermione. It nearly tore my insides, to watch you with Weasley right after the war. I wanted to punch him in the face for daring to touch you but all I could do was watch from the sidelines. I paid countless healers to research on memory charms. I wanted you back in my life even if it was selfish knowing that I could only provide you my tarnished reputation while you were a celebrated war hero. Sometimes I felt relieved on your part, that you didn't remember me. I couldn't imagine what you could have gone through when you found about the marriage contract and still remembered me. I was a shell of myself. I don't recall laughing and just being happy before this day. Let's not dwell on the bad times, though. Now I am brimming with joy. It feels like the torture of last few years finally paid off. I am happy now. So much happy, Granger that I have to control myself from weeping like a child in front of you." He took in a breath. "I don't ever want to let you go."

She just stared at him and as a tear rolled down her eye, she tugged him to her chest. "Come here." She whispered in his hair. "I am just confused, Draco. I sometimes just want to snog you senseless while on the other hand it feels weird to enter in full relationship when I have not seen you for years. I sometimes forget that these past years didn't happen and then I realize how much you have grown. You are a father now."

"You want to kiss me?" He asked, delighted as he listened to her heart beat from where he was settled quite contently on her chest.

"That's all you gathered?" She huffed.

"I know, Hermione. But I am tired of thinking what people might say or what I am supposed to do. I just want to do as my heart says for once and right now it wants to do whatever it takes to keep you in my life. Happy and mine."

"I am not a possession." He just chuckled. "But give me some time. I am trying to wrap up my head around everything."

"Take whatever you want. As long as I am allowed to see you, I will be all right."

They laid in silence and he groaned as she ran her fingers through his hair.

"You don't like I was married before and have a son, do you?" He asked after a while. He knew she cringed whenever he mentioned Astoria.

"I don't like the thought of you with other women. And she wasn't just any woman, she was your wife. You were with her for ten years, Draco. Longer than when we were together and not to forget that you have a son together. You can't expect me to be exactly comfortable with it. Though I am learning to deal with it."

He reluctantly rose from where he was nestled on her chest. He took hold of her chin and turned her face to look at him. "Look at me. You don't have to worry about her. I explained you about this earlier. I don't even recall sharing more than an hour with her, a day. Most of the days, not even that. I was mostly away for work. I had to marry her and that was it. What you and I had was special. Don't taint it by even thinking of comparing it with my sham of a marriage." He needed her to understand that she was the only woman in his life.

"I know, Draco. Like I said, give me time. And I like Scorpius. He just looks so much like you that I can't help but adore him. He is a mature boy for his age." She smiled as she spoke of him.

"Don't make me jealous of my own son, Granger." He teased her as he settled back on her chest, hugging her from both the sides.

"Don't worry, you will always come first to me." She assured him like one does a child. "Now get off my chest. You are growing heavier."

"But I was very snug there." He whined as he settled back on his pillow.

She rolled her eyes. "Now tell me that you are not going to your office tomorrow. Because I can't stay here by myself." She asked seriously.

"I am not going anywhere without you. The healer has instructed for you to be kept relaxed. So, we can do whatever you want, as long as it is not strenuous. We couldn't date properly when we were together but now, we can do whatever we like. So, do you want to go somewhere? I am yours to command."

"Anything?" She asked uncertainly.

"Anything. You name it."

"Well there is this movie I wanted to watch for quite a while now. I have not been to a cinema hall for a quite a long time. I am sure you will love it. So…"

"This is the muggle thing you were always rambling on about, isn't it?"

"Yes. It is very good though. Harry was busy and there was no one to go with me. Can we please go?" She was begging him with her eyes. As if he could say no to her and he really wanted to know what the fuss really was about. If she loved something most other than her books, it was movies. She had sometimes rambled on about when they relaxed in, together in room of requirement. He really wanted to go the muggle world with her.

"Okay. We can go. But I don't have the appropriate clothes for muggle world. Perhaps, you could show me more around." He asked sheepishly.

She launched herself on him, pushing him on his back. "You really want to go?"

"Yes. I always wanted to go the muggle London after the war. However, I didn't think I could survive on my own."

"Great! So, London is very big. I doubt we could go everywhere in a day and you will look like a clown with your robes on. We will go on shopping first and then we can go to the movie at evening. You, Draco Malfoy are simply going to love it." She was practically vibrating with excitement, grinning like a fool. His heart melted seeing her like this.

"Okay, witch. We are going there tomorrow. Now, you have to sleep. The Healer said not to exhaust yourself." He settled her on his chest and wandlessly turned down the candles.

"Goodnight, Draco." She muttered.

"Goodnight, sweetheart." He kissed her hair. "Sleep well." He inhaled in her scent and drifted off.

Draco woke up to an owl tapping his window. He was contentedly snuggled in with Hermione with her back to his chest. He groaned as he heard the vexing sound of the owl's persistent tapping. He leaned back to look at the witch who was peacefully sleeping in his arms, she was looking every bit of captivating, just as he remembered her. He kissed her neck and got up, afraid that the noise might disturb her pleasant sleep.

He opened his window to take the letter. It was from Potter and he felt the urge to throw a stinging hex at him for disturbing his sleep. He did not remember last time he slept so well since the war. But one look at his witch, huddled deep in his bed he felt the annoyance at the nosey sod drifting off.

The letter enquired about Hermione's health and notified him that her leave for a month was approved by the department head. Potter told him that he had indeed seen his memories and while he was satisfied with them, he still had few questions for Hermione. But that they could wait till she completely recovered. He, surprisingly thanked him for calling Dobby to rescue them from Manor.

He finished the letter and sent it to his study where he kept all his correspondents. A look at his pocket watch informed him that it was little after seven. He showered leisurely and got dressed. Perhaps he could get Hermione some flowers from the garden.

He strolled down to the dining room where Tinkle provided him with tea. He took a quick glance at the Prophet, finished his tea and went to the gardens.

It had been a while since he came to this part of the manor. It was beautiful and well-kept by the elves. He plucked a dozen roses, the best blooms for Hermione.

He saw Scorpius flying on his toy broom with Theodore Jr. as he was returning to the manor.

"Good Morning Scorpius. Theodore." He greeted his son and his friend. "I will see you at the breakfast." He gave them a warm smile and apparated to his bedroom.

Hermione, it seemed had gotten up and showered. She was dressed in those muggle jeans, which he had come to love during his sixth year. They deliciously hugged her curves.

"Good Morning, Draco. I didn't find you anywhere as I got up." She greeted him pleasantly but then narrowed her eyes.

"Good Morning to you as well. I went to get you these." He gave her the red roses.

"Oh! They are lovely. Thank you." She smelled and placed them in the vase after casting an everlasting charm.

"I have to get few things from my flat which Tinkle forgot to bring. Want to come with me." She asked.

"Sure. We could floo together."

They flooed to her flat. It wasn't much but it was exactly like he imagined Hermione's place to look like. It was cramped with books and photos of her friends and family dispersed on the wall. There were strange muggle contraptions scattered around.

"Have a seat. I just have to get my phone and purse." She told him and went inside a room which he assumed was her bedroom. He ignored her request and followed her inside. It was only fair that he got to know her place. He sat on her modest queen-sized bed as she shuffled in her closet. She took out her purse and two strange contraptions.

"What are those?" He asked quickly intrigued by the strange looking devices.

She looked amused by his curiosity. "This is an iPhone and this is a camera. Okay, I can explain it to you." She switched the device and it lit up with a view of Hogwarts. He quickly leaned back and stared distrustfully at the strange muggle device.

"That's alright. It doesn't blow up. You can just use it call someone just like floo calling them. You can also use it play songs and click pictures."

"You can speak with anyone with it?" He asked incredulously.

"Yes, anyone as long as you have their number it is like a numerical floo address. Here, I will call Harry to show it to you." She tapped few places on the screen and Potter's ugly face appeared grinning like a commoner. His eyes widened as he heard his voice.

"Hello, Hermione. You got your phone."

"Yes, Harry. I was actually showing Draco how to use it. Say Hi. You are on speaker."

"This is fun. Hello, Malfoy. Welcome to the magical world of good-for-nothing filthy muggles." The git was laughing at him.

"Shut up, Potter." He turned to the witch beside him who was stifling her laughter. "You could have at least called someone respectable not the bespectacled git who wouldn't bloody die." He sneered the last part at the phone which displaying the said git.

"Why, I feel so much loved, Malfoy." He was about to tell him to shove off when Hermione kindly interrupted him.

"Enough, Harry. He is new to all of this. Don't spoil this for him. Anyway, we are going shopping in muggle London and then we are going to watch Sherlock Holmes."

"Sherlock Holmes! We were going to watch it together. Anyway, enjoy yourself. Watch out for the Muggles, ferret." With that he hung up.

He sneered at the device, now tainted by Potter's presence.

"So, this is how you can speak with someone. You can also click photos and videos and play songs." As she explained more about her magical iPhone, Draco found himself more captivated by the device. She showed him how to use it and perform basic operations. She instructed him to smile at the contraption which he did awkwardly and clicked his photo.

By the end of her explanation, Draco was completely entranced by the device.

"I want my own iPhone." That was all he had to say. She laughed at him.

She proceeded to explain about the other device. It was apparently called a camera and only used to capture photos and videos but they were of better quality. Simply said Draco was getting his own iPhone and a camera.

They went back to the manor for breakfast. As they waited for the elves to serve them, he played with Hermione's phone. He clicked pictures of her randomly. Smiling at elves, talking with Scorpius, glaring at him.

"Stop it, Draco. You have all the day to play with it. Now eat your breakfast. I want to go as soon as possible."

He clicked her photo at the moment with her poker face. When he proceeded to show it to her, she snatched the phone out of his hands.

"Okay! I am eating. No need to be mean." He narrowed his eyes at her in disapproval for taking her phone back. He was enjoying himself. But then, maybe if he finished fast, they could go get it sooner.

"Are you going somewhere, Father?" He suddenly remembered that his son has just seen his childish antics and his ear grew hot.

"Yes, Hermione and I are going to muggle London. We won't be back till evening, I suppose." He answered. Scorpius nodded and went back to his breakfast. He thought he had seen disapproval on his son's face but then thought better of it.

He shoved down the last pieces of his bacon.

"Okay. I am done. Let's go, Granger." He went to stand by the floo waiting for her to join him.

"Take out your robes first." She asked. He looked bewildered at her. He was very tempted to make a lewd remark, however thought against it imagining his nine-year-old son wouldn't approve

"Take out your robes. You won't need them in muggle London. I can transfigure the rest into something more appropriate." She asked again.

He obliged and she made few changes here and there.

"Okay. Now let's get going. We will floo to my flat and take my car from there." She said.

"No! I mean you wait for me in your flat. I will just be there in a minute. I have to visit Gringotts." He explained

"I have the cash on me, Draco. You don't have to worry about it."

"I am a gentleman, Granger. Don't fight with me on this one please."

"Okay, I will wait for you there. But hurry up." With that she flooed out.

He hurried and reached the Gringotts and quickly exchanged the currency. Seeing his demand, the goblin gave him some kind of card and told that it will buy whatever amount he wished for that was in his vault. He was flabbergasted to hear this. Muggles were simply ingenious.

He quickly flooed in to her flat and a while after they were driving to London in Hermione's BMW. He was slightly wary of it at first but minutes after getting into it, he was enjoying himself with the air conditioner at full blast and the soothing music playing in the background. He was awestruck with all the tall buildings covered completely with glass. He wanted to get out of the car to look around but Hermione restrained him. "We can come here again some time after when you are wearing normal clothes. Maybe on this Sunday." He wanted to say that he was wearing normal clothes, it was the muggles who were wearing odd clothes. There were few young men wearing ripped muggle jeans. He supposed they didn't have money to buy new ones. When he pointed this out to the muggleborn witch beside him, she laughed at him. Apparently, it was the fashion. Like he said, muggles were odd.

She parked in front of a building called Westfield and they walked into there and he just simply stood there watching it. The place was massive, really massive. He was completely enthralled as they walked inside.

He was proud that he had left his prejudices about muggles behind him, but even then, he had thought they were behind wizards with no magic to help them. He sympathized with them for it. But a look at this place graciously proved him wrong. He was simply speechless.

He dragged Hermione to countless stores. The card provided by the goblin was more than adequate to accommodate his expenses. She purchased many clothing accessories for him and he had to admit that they looked good on him. He looked quite a catch even among the muggles. He had seen the ladies noticing his hair. He was quite smug about it. He tugged her to a lady's store which displayed very fine-looking clothing. She looked simply stunning in the strapless emerald green dress and he refused her to pay for anything. She was not very happy about him but at the end he won clicked many pictures of them as they toured the area.

They ate a meal at a restaurant and it was delightful. He went to the bathroom and transfigured the shopping bags to fit into his pocket, much to Hermione's chagrin. They bought him a new iPhone and his witch promised to show it to him after they went home. His impatience swiftly fled away after hearing her calling the manor 'their' home.

She went to the salon where she promised that she could fix her hair and, in the meantime, he could purchase whatever he wanted. With a warning to limit his expenses she went inside. A store selling luxury watches caught his attention. He went inside and a young lady there presented him with many selections. They were simply marvelous. He bought one for himself and a one for Hermione. He would gift it to her after they went home, it would show her how much he appreciated having her back with him. He could not gift her with any of jewels back when they dated secretly. His father would have known if he did anything as such. But now he was free to purchase whatever he wanted for his witch. Call him sophisticated but he wanted to woo her properly this time. She of witches deserved that.

He had just exited the store when he saw her walking towards him. She looked like she did before with all her curls back in their wild glory. He gathered her in his arms, inhaled her sweet scent and kissed her. He did not mind that they were in public in middle of a shopping mall where muggles could blatantly stare or that she had asked him to give her some time. He was simply overwhelmed with all the time they spent together. He was thrilled when she started to kiss him back and he moaned in her kiss. She pulled back, breathless, their heads touching.

"I love you." Was all he managed to say.

"I love you too." His eyes glistened as he heard her whispered reply. He pecked her one last time and leaned back.

"Come on, Granger. I want to try some of the 'cappuccino' you seem to be so in love with."

It was dark outside when they exited the mall. He was exhausted but it failed to lessen his ear-splitting grin he was sporting on his face.

They canceled the movie as it was nearly time for dinner and it was too much amusement for a day. Draco didn't mind, he was content with whatever she wanted.

Hi! I have started writing this story a while back. I don't know if it is actually good. But I would like to hear your suggestions on it as I don't have a beta reader. Like if Draco's character is being way too corny and not sarcastic enough or if Hermione is not being stubborn as she supposed to be. I am planning to write it from the Malfoy's POV. I know that there isn't a very strong relationship between Draco and Scorpius but he was just out of a very gruesome war when he married. I will definitely bond them all eventually though. But for now I am trying to keep it realistic.
Your suggestions are welcome in the review section.