Chapter 7:Comfort

A/N: Disclaimer in first few chapters!

"Where were you today, children?" questioned Narcissa Malfoy. She considered Hermione as her own child and thought that she and Draco were meant to be.

"A wizard theme park because Draco wanted to cheer me because R-" Hermione cut herself off suddenly. She didn't want to tell Narcissa the reason why they were there.

"Because...?" Narcissa prodded.

"Well-I-I...Um..." Hermione stuttered.

"Because Weasley cheated on her," her blonde counterpart interrupted with barely controlled anger.

There it was. The truth. Put very bluntly, as it were but the truth all the same. The twenty one year old looked at the ground as a lone tear made it's way down her face. Draco saw this and was immediately by her side. The handsome young blonde led the heartbroken brunette over to the couch, whispering soothing words in her ear as he went. Meanwhile, his mother was standing in the same position that she was in five minutes ago. Shock was one of the main emotions on her face as she processed the information she was given. In five seconds, shock was banished from her features and rage clouded her vision that is until she saw Hermione on the couch with Draco's arm around her as she sobbed into his shirt.

"Oh, my dear," Narcissa whispered, concern laced in her words. She hurried over to the couch and proceeded to try and coax a smile out of the crying girl. It was an impossible feat however and the older woman was about to give up when a determined look hardened her facial features.

"Lucius! I need you to punish someone for a crime!" Missus Malfoy shouted from her postion on her knees in front of Hermione. This produced a small giggle from the brunette. Victory! The sound of pattering feet could be heard throughout the manor.

"Who?! What?! Where?! Whe-," Lucius cackled as he ran into the room but he stopped short at the sight in front of him.

"Ok," he said in a low, dangerous voice. "Who did this to my little girl?" Lucius also liked to think that Hermione was his daughter , even though she wasn't. She might one day be though. The rich Malfoy was usually blind towards emotions such as love but he saw straight away that his son was mad about the young witch.

"The Weasel chested on her, Father," Draco replied through gritted teeth. At the wizard's words the young woman cried harder.

"I'm sorry, love," Draco whispered, softly into the witch's ear.

"It's ok, Dray," Hermione hiccuped "It's the truth, I suppose, although it is hard to hear. I'm sorry about your shirt, by the way."

"Oh! That?!" Draco chuckled. "I can easily replace it and anyway, you need it," he added, pressing a kiss to her temple.

After this, the young witch smiled, albeit a bit watery, at Draco and told her story to the boy's parents.

"Ok, Ronald Weasely is going to die," Lucius proclaimed, loudly.

"I'm in," Draco said at once.

""I'll second that," agreed Narcissa.

A/N: Thanks to everyone for reading this!

~Guest: Thank you for your review! I'm glad your looking forward to the next few chapters! Hope you enjoyed this one!

~Guest: I'm sorry to think that you find my story only OK. When Ron did this with Lavender, himself and Hermione weren't together. This is different. Also, Draco is Hermione's friend. Can a friend take their friend out to cheer them up. She might pack up his things later and send them off but my take is that Hermione is aften forgetful when she is upset, so she might have thought about it and then forgot about it because she was too upset. I'm sorry again but I hoped you enjoyed this anyway!

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