OBLIVIATE

Draco Malfoy

"I visited the Burrow while you were gone. Harry and Ginny were also there." Hermione said as they prepared for the bed after dinner. "Harry and Ron already knew about us but I had to explain it to the rest of them. Mrs. Weasley was a bit reluctant at first but I am sure she will warm up to the idea once she meets you. Mr. and Mrs. Weasley have invited us for the Sunday dinner, by the way."

He grimaced at the idea of spending his time at the Weasley Hovel. Not to mention that, he was sure to be interrogated by the Weasel and his six (how many Weasley spawns were there, again?) brothers. "I am not so sure, Hermione. I don't think mama Weasel and papa Weasel would appreciate a Malfoy kid who bullied their youngest son."

"Don't call them that. Its Mr. and Mrs. Weasley. They have been surrogate parents to me and Harry for more than half of our lives. I don't know what I would've done without them after the war, when my own parents didn't know I even existed. They are my family; Draco and I don't appreciate you insulting them." She was quite heated by the end of her speech.

"I am sure they would have been thrilled to play your 'in laws' like they have done with Potter. The glory to not only have the boy-who-bloody-lived-twice but also the brightest witch of her witch in the brood." He snarled back at her. He regretted his words as she turned back at him. Her eyes widened with anger and hurt.

"Don't you dare say a word against them, Malfoy." She sneered the last world like a poison. "They are my family, even without having to be labeled as 'in laws'. They were there for me when I was going through the worst phase of my life, having nightmares and panic attacks from when your dear aunt tortured me to an inch of life of my life in this very house. I distinctly remember you having the wedding of the century not a year after the war."

"Low blow, Granger." He hissed, his breath quickening.

"Then don't insult my family. If you want me then they are a part of it too. I won't leave them or have my 'whatever you are' insult them at every chance."

"I see that they are more important to you than I am. I shouldn't be surprised. Even back then you chose to lay down your life for Potter than accept my offer of safety. I wouldn't have to obliviate you then or watch as an incompetent bugger as my dear Aunt torture the love my life in my own house." He was still furious. She had chosen Potter over him.

"I did not choose Harry. I chose myself. I would have happily died fighting for the world we live in today. And I don't remember you choosing me, either. You can't deny that you chose your parents over me. What would have happened if I accepted your offer to go into hiding? Even if Harry had defeated Voldemort, you would have married your socialite wife and produced a pureblood heir and I don't think I would have the played part of your little mistress."

"I told you, I did not have the choice but to marry her. I don't even know her middle name for fuck's sake. And it is not the same, he would have killed my mother. I would have happily left the country with you, if it went protecting you. You made me realize that I couldn't survive of the guilt of being responsible for the death of my mother. I always chose you, Granger." He was shouting now, enraged by her lack of faith in him.

"But you had to marry her, Draco. And I had to endure ten years of having my heart ripped out. I know you love me and you must know that I love you, just the same." She swallowed and took a deep breath. "I would really appreciate if you at least made an effort to get know the Weasleys. I have lost my parents to the war. I don't want to lose them." Her voice shook and eyes glistened with the unshed tears.

Draco felt like the world's biggest bastard. He knew that she was right. The Weasleys weren't that bad. But a small part him wanted to be her whole world like she was to him. He wanted her world to begin and end with him. He hated that he had share her with anyone.

He was afraid to face the people, she so graciously called her family. They were war heroes, even the stiff ministry employee who had been a pompous arse, Peter…Percy? had turned up to fight with them at the battle. He had always liked the twins, they had guts to be in the Slytherin and he had never been more appreciative of any woman, as he was when Mrs. Weasley killed Bellatrix.

He felt insignificant, compared to them. The Dark mark still sullied his arm, while the all the Weasleys were decorated with Orders of Merlin.

But nonetheless, he should not have shouted at Hermione, taking out his insecurities and lashing at her. "I am sorry, love." He whispered to her.

She moved to lay beside him on the bed, leaning over him and placed a palm against his face. Calming him with her proximity. "What is it, you are really afraid of, sweetheart?" She asked. He knew she called him by that only when she felt guilty and wanted to apologize.

He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. "The Weasleys are war heroes, Hermione."

"And?" She asked, bewildered.

He opened his eyes. "And I was a Deatheater."

"You are an idiot, Draco Malfoy." She said, shaking her head.

"Thanks, for the vote of confidence." He snapped, rolling his eyes.

"No, listen to me. You are not a Deatheater. They knew you had no choice even before they found out about us. They invited you to the dinner, because they are ready to accept you, as a part of my life. Not, because they want to interrogate you."

"So, I won't be receiving any threats to eviscerate, if I hurt you?" He asked, just to clarify few things.

"Oh! I am sure you will. Just as Oliver did, when we started dating."

"Please, don't remind me of that twat or any of your exes, for that matter." He groaned.

She just rolled her eyes. "You have the pleasure of knowing that you were my first." She smirked, mischievously.

"Oh, that I do. Quite well, if you ask me. And I would very much like to know you again when you are ready." She glanced down at his lips and inclined her head to kiss him. What started as a chase kiss ended up being passionate. He moaned as she moved to straddle his hips, relishing in her love. He yearned her like a hungry man, drawing pleasure and happiness. He savored her mouth, tasting and teasing every fraction of it. He wanted to surrender to her, to his desire and the lust between them. However, he knew he could not. She was not ready yet. He wanted to woo her properly, with all the hearts and flowers. He drew back reluctantly after a while and groaned from the loss of contact.

"I think we should stop or I don't think I could control myself." He croaked, breathing heavily.

She laughed as she felt the evidence of his desire and moved to lay down beside him, her head on his shoulders, their legs intertwined. The fire burnt beside them, drawing out the chilly November wind. The Christmas would be coming soon. By then, they would have moved to the Malfoy House. Their home.

"So, are you coming to the Weasley dinner."

"Hmm. Yes." He muttered halfheartedly.

They laid there, enjoying the warmth encased by their bodies. Draco didn't think he would be able to live without her, again. She was the brightest star of sky, enlightening him every way, chasing away the darkness that had clawed his heart.

"What are we, Draco?" He heard her ask.

"Are you ready for us to be together?" He asked dazedly.

"Yes. I mean, we are already sleeping with each other. Not like that, you prat. I think, I would like for to be together."

"Okay then." He said grinning wolfishly. "I think you should be ready for me, Granger. You are so going to fall in love with me, again." He felt all his anxiety leaving him, his heart ready to burst from joy. She was finally ready to be called his.

The week passed and it was almost Sunday morning. As he snuggled in with his witch, spooning her from behind, Draco recalled his week.

They had gone on many dates both in muggle and magical London. They had finally gone to watch the Sherlock Holmes movie Hermione had wanted. He had to admit that he had become quite a fan of the muggle movies. They were way better than the plays, which even with magic always left him snoozing. Perhaps, he could ask her to take him again to watch the James Bond thing, he had seen the poster of. The guy was impeccably dressed in a muggle suit, similar to the one Hermione had bought for him and he was planning to find more out about the car he was sitting in.

He had taken her to show the Malfoy House and she had immediately fallen in love with it. Especially with the new renovations and installations of few muggle contraptions. He could easily see them living there, raising their own family someday. The thought of a little girl with his eyes and Hermione's hair left him desiring her more than he already did. He wanted to mark her, claim her as his own. But he kept his thoughts to himself, voicing them could only earn him a smack on his head or a pinch to his elbow. She was very adept at both the things; he had a first-hand experience.

They had gone Diagon alley to purchase few things and the next day they had been on the front page of the Daily Prophet. He did not care what they said as long as Hermione didn't mind and fortunately, she had the same belief.

He looked down at her, she was sleeping contently in his arms exhausted from their passionate love making. The last night had been perfect. They were alone at the manor. Mipsy had taken Scorpius to spend his Saturday at the Greengrass Manor.

He had arranged for them to have a dinner on the patio, beneath the stars. She surprised him with wearing the low-cut emerald-green dress he had bought for her in the mall. She looked every bit of a beauty that he had imagined she would like in it. They languidly devoured their dinner and proceeded to make out beneath the stars after they finished. The night only evolved from there and in a wink, they were tearing at each other clothes. He shifted them to his bedroom and they continued to make love into the wee hours of morning.

He wandlessly muttered a tempus charm and saw that it was almost eight in morning. He had gotten sleep for just six hours and he certainly wasn't complaining about it. He wanted to wake Hermione, to continue with their night time activities but he knew that she needed her strength.

It was ten years he had gone without love making, what he had with his wife was definitely not for pleasure so it didn't count. It was for the duty he had, to abide the contract and produce an heir. But last night with Hermione woke him up to the pleasure again and he certainly was not giving it up anytime soon.

He inhaled her sweet scent and kissed her bare shoulder. Hermione was always a heavy sleeper. She loved to have a lie in in the mornings. He too was about to surrender to his slumber but a crack of apparition alerted him.

"Tinkle is very sorry to disturb the master. But Tinkle wanted to warn master Draco that the young miss is coming here. Miss did not listen to Tinkle when Tinkle said that you are sleeping. Tinkle was pushed aside." The elf screeched hurriedly.

"Which miss, Tinkle?" He asked the hysterical elf as he got up from the covers and put on his jeans and robes.

"Miss Astoria, master." Tinkle said as Draco heard the footsteps outside his room.

He cursed under his breath and looked back at Hermione. She was still sleeping heavily, cocooned in the blankets. He did not want her to have to deal with this.

He dismissed Tinkle and turned to open the door as he heard the knock.

He was greeted with the sight of his ex-wife, dressed in the immaculate robes and the extravagant jewels. Honestly, he was in no mood to deal with her. Not on this excellent morning but it seemed that he had no choice.

"Good morning, Astoria. I don't recall inviting you here." He said as he carefully shut the door behind him.

"And I didn't think that my husband would humiliate me by taking out his mistresses in the public. I had to find about it from the Witch Weekly" She yelled at him.

"Ex-husband. Get it into your head that we are divorced. And Hermione is my girlfriend. You will not raise your voice my voice at home." He snapped at her, irritated by her presence. All he wanted to do was silence her and levitate her to the nearest floo. He watched in the corner of his eye as Scorpius appeared walking hurriedly from the hallways.

"Purebloods do not get a divorce. You already humiliated me by breaking our contract. I still have a breakfast every Sunday at the Manor." She really was that dense.

"Astoria, pureblood do not get a divorce because they are afraid to sully their name. But I am not. We are no longer married. I only ever tolerated your presence on Sunday morning for Scorpius. I never invited you, you invited yourself. However, as I have clearly stated in the letter, you are no longer allowed here."

"Well, Scorpius invited me to have breakfast with him. I thought I could meet this new girlfriend of yours while I am at it." She drawled haughtily.

He glanced down at his son who was avoiding his gaze. He did not know what to infer from this.

"Well, fortunately Scorpius is not the head of this house, Astoria. I am. And I forbid you to enter this house without my permission again." He really was losing his control over his anger. This was not how he imagined his morning.

On the cue, the door to his room and Hermione stepped out, only dressed in his shirt. In any other situation he would have pounced on her and continued to kiss her breathless.

"I heard noises, Draco." She said warily as she discerned the situation.

"Go back to sleep, love. There has just been a misunderstanding" He reassured her.

The stomping of a foot drew his attention back to his ex-wife. "Love? And is she sharing the same bed-chambers with you, Draco? This is scandalous and not to mention unbecoming."

He just rolled his eyes and turned back at Hermione. "How about you get dressed, love? I will handle this. Don't worry." Her eyes widened as if just realizing that she was only half dressed and she turned to go back inside.

"Astoria, I apologize that you felt disrespected that I divorced you. However, I am not going to change my decision. You must accept this. Both of you." He said pointedly at her and his son. "Tinkle will show you out. Scorpius, I will see you at the breakfast table."

Before she could say anything, he turned and went inside his bedroom, slamming the door behind him.

He heard the shower running and went inside the bathroom. He shed his clothes and joined his witch inside, his frustrations evaporating quickly.

"What did she want?" Hermione asked as they were getting dressed. They had showered together, not quite innocently. They had washed each other's bodies, kissing and devouring each other.

"I think, she is still sore over the divorce. She felt humiliated for being cut out from the position of the mistress of the Malfoy house. I have updated the wards so she won't be able to come in, again."

He went behind her and took her in his arms. "Last night was one of the best nights of my existence. Only topped by our first night together." He whispered in her hair, smirking as he watched her blush in the mirror.

"I think that I am happy, Hermione, for the first time without a care in the world." He disclosed to her, informing her of his appreciativeness for having her back in his life.

"I am glad, Draco." She told him but he had already busied himself with kissing and nibbling her exposed neck. "Enough of that. I am hungry and Tinkle is spoiling me with his excellent cooking." She sprung out of his hands and he grumbled from the lack of contact but obliged nonetheless.

They reached the dining room by the time of breakfast.

"Good morning, Scorpius." Hermione greeted him warmly.

"Good morning, Hermione." Scorpius was more reserved than normal. Which, Draco thought, was because of the incident this morning.

He took his seat at the head of the table and helped to the delicious meal Tinkle had prepared. The elves, it seemed, were also reveling in under Hermione's constant praises and appreciations. Draco, chuckled as he watched Tinkle fuss over Hermione. Serving her the chocolate-dipped pastries, himself, for which he was thanked profusely of course. The beaming elf tottered back to the kitchen, his ears twitching from the bountiful praise. His witch also looked very pleased with herself. She was simply radiating from her accomplishment over the elves.

"Did you finish The Griffin Tales I gave you, Scorpius?" Hermione asked, attempting to have a conversation with him.

"Yes. I finished it yesterday."

"That's great. You already are a very accomplished reader for your age. I bought you few other books from the children's section of Flourish and Blotts, when we visited Diagon Alley." She said smiling warmly at him.

"I am sure you did. We all saw you in the front page of the Prophet." He was startled as he heard his son snap back at Hermione.

"Scorpius Malfoy." He said in a warning tone.

"It's okay, Draco. Nobody wants to see any of their parent's embarrassing PDA, especially in a newspaper." Hermione reassured him hurriedly, before he could say anything. He did not know what to make of his son's behavior. He knew that Scorpius did not like her being in his life. But he had hoped that he would warm up to the idea, in time. However, it was not the case, it seemed.

"I will bring the books to you after breakfast." She assured his son and then turned towards him. "Maybe, you should go the house and look after the final touches. I will stay with Scorpius. I am sure, he would be more delightful company than your designer's droning."

"Hermione. I don't…" She cut him off again.

"Please, Draco." He knew that she was trying to spend more time with his son. Trying to get him to like her. He appreciated the gesture, but only to a certain level. He did not want getting hurt by his son's callous comments.

"Okay. The house will be ready tomorrow. I will see you for dinner." He conceded to her pleading eyes.

"We have the dinner at Weasley's scheduled today. Don't forget that. We have to be there by five."

"I know, love. I will be there." Of course, he did not forget. He was dreading it for the last few days.

He finished his meal, kissed his girlfriend's head and flooed out. He was hoping that his son would really get along with his witch.

After seeing that the house was all in order, Draco apparated back to the manor. He asked Tinkle and other elves to start moving their belongings to the house. He was hoping to settle there by Monday.

He walked to his bedroom instead of apparating there. It gave him the time to gather his wits, which was certainly essential considering he was going to have his evening meal with the people, he had been told were impoverished from the time he had learnt speak. The thoughts, undoubtedly, were not unreciprocated for a significant amount of time.

By the time he reached to the door of his bedroom, Draco had mentally prepared himself for the worst of the Weasley interrogation. He had a rough plan of how to deal with the enquiring of every member of Hermione's surrogate family and he ready to execute it to an extent. Not that he was nervous or anything. Malfoys do not show such inconsequential expressions.

He opened the door, expecting Hermione to be waiting for him at the other end. However, the sight that greeted him shilled his insides. Hermione was laying down on his bed, blankets drawn to her chin. Her normally bright face had lost its color. The elves were prodding her to take a potion which she was, shockingly, not so thoughtfully, turning down. Scorpius was perched on a nearest armchair, looking nervously at her.

"What the fuck happened here?" He yelled as he recovered from the shock. He rushed to her side and sat on the bed.

"It's nothing. I just fainted. However, Tinkle felt it necessary to drag me to the bed."

"You fainted? Why was I not informed?" He asked Tinkle furiously.

Before the said elf could bring himself to answer his fuming master, Hermione came to his rescue. "Stop shouting at Tinkle, Draco. I asked him not to contact you. Honestly, I was just a bit dizzy. It's the aftereffect from being in coma. I am fine now." She huffed irritably.

"You are fine! Are you mocking me, Granger? Have you seen your face? You have gone pale." He scowled at her barely restraining his vexation. He turned to Tinkle, who was cowering behind the armchair, Scorpius was sitting in. His expression softened as he looked at the quivering elf, clearly waiting for his master's punishment, which was understandable since he had served Lucius before.

"It's alright, Tinkle. I am not going to punish you. You are free elf, which means that nobody can punish you. However, if anything happened to Ms. Granger, hereafter, you will contact me straightaway."

"Tinkle will do that, master. Tinkle will not listen to miss Hermione when she is ill." The elf screeched, pursing his lips disapprovingly at Hermione.

"How did this happen, in first place?" He asked him, glaring at Hermione as she started to cut him off.

"Miss Hermione did not eat her lunch. miss and master Scorpius were talking when miss fell to the floor. Tinkle quickly apparated the miss to master's bedroom and gave her lunch and potions."

He turned to his witch, glowering disapprovingly at her. "You did not take your lunch. What was so important that you forgot to eat?"

"I was not feeling hungry. There is no need to get so worked up." She said rolling her eyes.

"Thankyou for taking care of Hermione, Tinkle. You are dismissed. You too Scorpius."

He waited for both of them to be gone before leaning down and kissing his witch.

"Do you have idea, how frightened I was when I entered the bedroom. I thought you fell back to the coma. You are not allowed to frighten me, hereafter."

"I just fine, sweetheart." She reassured him. "Now we should get ready to visit the Weasleys"

"Hermione, love, perhaps we could go some other day. You have to rest, now."

"No, I am good. I just have to get dressed." She said as she got up.

"You are not going to listen to me, are you?"

"Nope."

An hour after they were standing outside, what Hermione so affectionately called, the burrow. Never had a structure been so astutely named, it was as the name suggested, a burrow. He was inclined to, at the very least, throw an insult to the hovel. A glare from his witch and he swallowed down all the offences.

The door opened and Mrs. Weasley's welcoming face greeted them.

"Welcome, Hermione, dear. We have just been waiting for you." The witches tightly hugged each other.

"Welcome Mr. Malfoy. Hermione has told us so much about you, when she last visited here."

"Please call me Draco, Mrs. Weasley." He bowed and kissed her hand.

"Oh, such a gentleman. Why, I wished at least one of my sons to have some manners. But come in, come in."

She rushed them to what he considered was a living room. All the ruckus died down as all the heads in the room turned to greet them, or to scrutinize, in his case.

Hermione introduced him to every Weasley starting from the oldest, Bill. He had a scar on his face, courtesy of Greyback. He shuddered as he recalled him residing at the manor. He was the Weasley who had managed to bag the vela. The second Weasley, the dragon tamer, he was told was in Romania. He already knew the stuck Weasel, pompous Percy. He met Mr. Weasley and immediately liked the man. He was an amiable man and he could see why Hermione respected him. He received a nod from Potter and a grunt from the weasel.

"Ferret snipped at your hair, Malfoy?" He was greeted by a mischievously grinning she-weasel.

"Lost count of your freckles, Weaslette? Or should I say Potterette?" He bit back.

This was a familiar territory; he could go with a friendly teasing. Hermione had left his side to help Mrs. Weasley in the kitchen. He supposed, he could with an ally and she-Potter was tolerable, he conceded.

Half an hour later, he was seated with Weaslette and Bill (who had gained his respect enough, by being a Tornadoes fan). He was slowly getting to tolerate the Weasleys. Mr. Weasley had even congratulated him on some his company's new policies. While Percy was droning on the ministry's view over the illegal chimera trade.

He flinched as he heard a blast from outside. Weaslette immediately sprung up from her seat, shouting. "George Weasley, don't teach my son how to detonate a dragon bomb."

From lack of their reaction, everyone else, it seemed was quite used to such explosions. Not that, he should have been surprised, the twins were quite notorious for their antics during their years at Hogwarts. And George Weasley was quite assuredly living up to his name.

Soon, Mrs. Weasley called them all to the dining table, which was filled with an assortment of food and appetizers. He grudgingly complimented Mrs. Weasley on the food. It really was delicious. By the end of the meal his stomach was ready to burst.

Overall, the entire ordeal was passable.

It was when they were preparing to leave that he received a significant number of threats to hex, castrate, eviscerate, disembowel, decapacitate from the male Weasleys. A smirking Weaslette was carrying the spawn of Potter in her arms while Granger was terrorizing the grinning four-year-old Potter, by stealing kisses from him.

After hugging Weasleys and Potters Hermione took his arm and with a last wave of goodbye directly apparated them to his bedroom in the manor.

He collapsed on the bed as soon as they appeared, exhausted from dealing with Weasley's who he reluctantly admitted weren't half bad, At least not the half weasels.

I have finished the last part hastily. So, I apologize for any mistakes.

Hope, you like the chapter.