Sorry for the delayed update... I'll be leaving for vacation so this will continue from June... Till then, Byee!
We headed to Ursa Patronus around 6 pm. I had booked a special suite separately for me, as I was a regular customer and knew the owner. Harry allowed me certain privileges and he understood what I was doing. I had my identity to hide so, though I had asked for booking under my pseudonym, I made his promise not to reveal my identity even to the staff.
Draco had never liked it when I came out in public as I attracted too many male populations. He found it quite irritating to play the jealous boyfriend and ends up pissed for the rest of the day. But in this case, I myself do not want to reveal my identity. So I walked with Draco in such a way that the Paparazzies can identify me as a beautiful girl but cannot fathom my face.
I wore a slytherin green dress hugging my curves and stopping right below my knees. I paired it with black stockings and matte finish heels. The dress was a turtleneck so I decided to wear the pendant that Draco gifted me.
It was actually out engagement ring which was around my neck to make space for the wedding ring. The engagement ring had a normal sized green stone with an intricately carved lion underneath it.
I stepped into the hotel and hid my face under the black sunhat. Photos were clicked ane questions were asked. But it all stopped when Draco announced 'Leave me and my wife Vela alone. We're here for a holiday'. That resulted in chaos, which helped both of us escape the crowd.
We went to our room and laughed till tears ran down our face. The elegant bun in which my hair was pinned, with a silver clip, started giving up on controlling my hair. I turned to look at him and got mesmerized by his ever-changing eyes, now glittering with mirth.
My heart leaped. I threw myself at him and kissed him with all I had. He responded hungrily and we made it to the bed, laughing and moaning.
*Time skip* (A/N Sorry I'm not quite good in the romance part….)
I cleaned up neatly for the ball in the Ursa Patronus hall. I wore a silver gown with a side slit up till my thigh. I paired it with my skin colored stockings and silver stilettos. I put my hair up in a high pony and rolled it up in a complicated bun with a few tendrils framing my face.
I made Draco wear a matching silver tie with white shirt and a black suit. I planned to make my entrance, then inform my family of my engagement tomorrow. But before that, Draco was to call himself the host for tonight. A simple charm will be enough to make sure people do not recognize Draco for who he is. Since my parents are hosting, there will not be much queries about it….
I made sure to inform Harry about how grand I wanted the ball to be. He had agreed to help me out since he knows how bitter family can be… Time to run the show.
Third Person's POV
The Grangers considered themselves sophisticated group. They have their own cold wars but they think nothing of it when they need to present themselves in public. Their astounding similarity to pureblood families was probably the fuel for Hermione's hatred towards purebloods in childhood.
Now that she has been in the same situation, she understands the reason behind the mindset of purebloods. Their behavior was because of grooming. Growing up in a place where choosing sides decided your fate will automatically make your determination ,to staunchly follow a side, shoot up to the sky.
But what she never understood was, what was the Granger family's reason to look down upon their own people? Especially herself and her parents... granted, they did not flaunt their money and preferred a simple and peaceful life, but that's no reason to hate someone whose your own.
That was not the reason. Ophelia's success as a mother in grooming Hermione was not achieved by all the Granger family members. Only Henry had the luck of flourishing in the dentistry field and Ophelia made quite a good professor at Stanford University.
From the very beginning, the hatred of few family members were jealousy due to the luck that Hermione's family had... It continued even when they themselves grew to a higher social position.
*flashback*
"Hello Honey. How have you been?" asked Esmeralda Granger, to her brother Henry's wife. After all, she had to play her part of a dutiful high society wife and a flawless host. "I'm fine thank you and you?" Ophelia politely replied.
"never better! How is your daughter? I heard she has gotten into a mysterious school in Scotland? Do you think it is safe for a child like Hermione? I mean, she has been facing problems with socializing because of her dominant genes. I can see where it comes from" Esmeralda smirked and continued to spew taunts at Ophelia.
This was what Ophelia had to go through during every family meeting. Only because she was not the choice of the family. though she had a good status, as she was not selected by the elders of the family, she and her daughter were outcasts.
She was not affected much but her poor Hermione was shunted around from a very young age. Reading was her tortoise shell. It helped her survive the harshness and the burden of being an unwanted relative in the Grangers family.
She was glad that Hermione left for schooling to somewhere she won't be pestered by her family. She did feel bad for that but she can't help it...
However, she never noticed a bushy head behind the curtain, with silent tears pouring out of her eyes at every harsh word thrown at her by her very own aunt. She promised to herself... to make her relatives feel awful.
*End of flashback*
'Is that a relative? Man, I would have loved to ask him out. When did aunt Ophelia have a boy?', asked Helcy Granger. her twin Hilda looked at him and said, 'He looks familiar'. Being the brainy one of the two, she figured out that there is something fishy with this unusually blonde man claiming to be their host. hm... She had to do some research...
Helcy sashayed to the blonde young man next to her aunt. She smiled at him and said, 'Hello. I'm Helcy. Helcy Granger. I believe I have never met you before. Are you aunt Ophelia's son?' The blonde smirked and said, 'Sort of. I'm here to assist her in playing host. I've heard it's quite tiring, especially if the guests are Grangers.'
Helcy was startled by the direct response. She tried to mask it with a half-hearted laugh. 'Anyway, I'm guessing being the host made you too busy to have a tour of this place. I'll be glad to give a tour' she said, winking, in order to attract him. She expected him to be dazed but he was amused. Hiding a smile, he replied that he had had a tour of this place, not once but several times.
As he moved away, he spotted a familiar face in the crowd... That woman looked very similar to the one that just courted her. It must be Hilda. He made his way towards the other sister, the one who was smarter and scarier...
Hilda watched as the blonde guy moved towards her. She smirked. She had just uploaded a picture of his in her social media account and was bombarded questions about how she knew The Draco Malfoy. Malfoy... So he wasn't a Granger...
She had tried to search and find more details but strangely, could not find anything. All related servers were down. She was a bit annoyed but she masked it with the Granger's mask of indifference. As he approached, she gave him a smile and received one in return. She wanted to confront him but waited. She wanted to let him panic and blabber information.
The best was the 'I know what is happening' trick. So she walked upto him and said, 'Hello. You must be Ophelia Granger's son. I did not know that my aunt's maiden name was Malfoy'. The man turned and that was when she knew that she won't be able to get anything out of him.
His polite smile did not reach his steely eyes as he replied, 'I'm one of your hosts today. What made you think that I'm her son?'
*Author's note*
I'm kinda stuck... Idk how to proceed... So If, by any chance, I don't complete this, I apologise in advance...
Tschuss!
Preview:
I walked down the stairs hoping to make an entrance worthy of Hermione Granger when I heard what was going below. My heart pounded when I heard Draco saying, 'You are very similar to Hermione. That does not mean you can ever beat her. Do not try...' That's my man for you. I heard Hilda reply, 'Let's see Draco Malfoy.' No. How did she know? I had blocked all the sites with his name... No way...