Chapter Three
Hermione dropped Draco's hand as soon as they had apparated. She had come so very close to strangling Luna on several occasions. First, they set her up with this stupid plan.
Second, they want to use Malfoy, for Merlin knows why.
Third, Luna had forced them to promise her – on Merlin's grave – that they wouldn't 'cheat' on each other.
If that didn't stand out as a big 'wtf?' she wasn't sure what did.
Hermione wasn't sure what but she was positive Blaise and Luna Zabini weren't letting on as much as they did. They had a hidden motive other then to anger Ron, she wasn't sure what it was, but she'd figure it out. For Luna's sake though, if she didn't lay off with the rules then she might not live long enough to raise her bundle of joy.
"Oh, no Granger, we'll be staying at the Manor, not here in London," Draco said smoothly as he looked around the living room at all the Muggle contraptions.
"Like hell we are, we're staying right here!" Hermione said in a sour mood, it was now six o'clock and she was exhausted from spending all day at the Zabini Manor.
"No we aren't. My parents don't bite Granger, they'll be hesitant at first, but they'll expect you," Draco said his voice laced with amusement.
"I'm not scared of your parents Malfoy," Hermione snapped her back to him while she fiddled with her purse at the coffee table.
"Uh-huh, sure…," Draco drawled sarcastically, lazily examining the Muggle and wizard photos that scattered the walls. He wrinkled his nose in distaste at a recent one of Ron Weasley and his team the Chuddley Cannons.
"Would you want to return to a house were a psychotic women nearly tortured you to death?" Hermione spun around, her eyes flashing with hurt and anger.
Draco paled and his smirk slipped off, "No, your right, I-I should have…, thought of that."
"Yes, you should have haven't you, since it was your aunt who did it! And if I remember correctly you were there as well; watching!" Hermione grabbed her purse walked into a hall way disappearing around the corner.
Draco stood there feeling slightly ashamed of his un-thoughtfulness. Thinking this wasn't the best time to be around her he took in his surroundings. He was standing in the living room that looked all Muggle, save the moving pictures that scattered the wall. Behind him was a couch facing a weird rectangle that had buttons on it. He thought it was called a C.V or T.E or something.
When facing the wired rectangular thing he looked to his left to see a fire place with a pot of Floo powder above it and to his right was a small opening were a door must have once been.
Walking towards it he found it to be a kitchen with a small table with five chairs around it. Hearing a sound at his feet he looked down to see an ugly orange cat with a squashed face looking as if it had ran headfirst into a brick wall.
Side stepping the half-kneazle (although he didn't really know that) he went back into the living room and down into the archway Hermione had disappeared in earlier. It was a hallway that didn't go straight but left to right. Three doors stood side by side on one side of the hallway. On the other was a door that lead into some sort of storage walk in cupboard. At the far end was another entrance to the kitchen were the only light source showed. The rest of the hallway was bathed in a cool darkness.
Sighing he walked to the door nearest the kitchen entrance, thought still basked in darkness, and knocked. His first guess had been correct and Hermione's voice said to come in. He opened the door to see a queen size bed flanked with night stands. Entering all the way, at the far end of the room were wide windows currently covered by black curtains. On the opposite side was a closet, then a dresser, then another door to what he assumed was a personal bathroom.
Hermione was in the bath room and she opened the door all the way so that she could talk and see him at the same time.
"What is it Malfoy?" Hermione asked.
"I'm going to the manor to get my things," he said curtly.
"Fine," Hermione went back to rummaging through her bathroom drawers. Draco left the room and just before apparating he called, "And Granger?"
"Yes?" Came her voice from the back room
"I'll be telling my parents about our relationship, I want them to think it's real."
"What?" Hermione yelped running out of the bathroom but he was gone.
"Git," Hermione murmured. After finding the hair clip she had been looking for, Hermione went to check that the guest room was ready, pulling two pillows from the walk in cupboard in the hallway she laid them on the bed and left them there.
Once Draco had returned with his stuff and had put his clothes away he went back to Hermione's room and knocked.
"Come in," Hermione called.
Draco entered and the door shut behind him, he looked down to see the cat had done it. Hermione didn't seem to notice because she was rummaging through her closet.
Draco smirked and snuck up behind her without her noticing. He then spoke from directly behind her, "What are you looking for?"
Hermione jumped at how close his voice was, and turned to find her self face to face with Draco.
Draco watched with amusement as her heart rate increased considerably and a blush was forming up her cheeks, she stumbled backwards into her clothes hanging in the closet.
"I-I, I was looking for um-," Hermione stuttered and turned her back on him burning with embarrassment, "I'm looking for a folder," she finally managed to say.
"Folder of what?" Draco asked still smirking at the effect he just gave her and went to sit on her bed.
"Folder that Ginny and I are using to plan the wedding," Hermione said pulling down a box from the shelf above the rack.
"Even after all the cheating Weasley's done your still going to marry him?" Draco asked incredulously.
Hermione took out a large white and blue folder and looked at him with a confused expression, "What?"
"You're still going to marry the Weasel even after he's lied and cheated to you all this time?" Draco asked as she opened the folder.
"Oh, no, not mine and Ron's wedding. Harry and Ginny's. I'm sending this to Ginny so she can show Harry some of the final touches on the bridesmaid's dresses. We have to get it done quickly because they get married in 6 weeks," Hermione explained rifling through the pages.
"Oh that's right, I've hear a little bit about that. They're keeping it quite obviously. I mean it's not like it's floating around the ministry, and it's not reported in the prophet every bloody morning, it's not the topic of everyone's conversation, its not-,"
"Yes, yes I get it," Hermione rolled her eyes, "But really Malfoy what do you expect, its Harry Potter, the 'saviour' as they call him now. He defeated Voldemort and brought down his Death Eaters, it shouldn't surprise you that it's a big deal."
Draco didn't do anything but shrug and look around her room, it was painted a light but pretty green with black curtains covering the windows and he found himself sitting on a soft dark blue blanket.
"Green, black, and dark blue…, nice colours Granger," Draco complimented, smirking.
"Shut up," Hermione murmured still searching through the folder before expressing a noise of triumph and marking a page, "Kreature." Hermione called.
Draco watched an old, wrinkly, and vaguely familiar house elf appeared in the room with a 'pop'. The only difference was is that he looked happier and had a fluffy white tail wrapped around him.
"Mistress called Kreature?" Kreature asked smiling up at Hermione.
"Yes, could you give this to Ginny please, if she's not home yet just leave it on the kitchen counter."
"Of course Mistress Hermione, Mistress Ginny will be pleased; would Mistress Hermione like to come over for dinner, or maybe just a little tea?" Kreature asked hopefully.
"No thank you Kreature, but I have some business to take care of," Hermione smiled warmly.
"Not to worry, Kreature will see Mistress other time, good night mistress," Kreature said.
"Night Kreature," And the house elf disappeared.
"He looked familiar," Draco commented.
"He should. He was the Sirius's family's house elf," Hermione said closing her closet door, "Come on; let's go find something to eat."
Draco followed her out the door and into the kitchen.
"How about pizza?" Hermione asked.
"Sure."
Hermione placed the pizza in an oven then went to the living room after setting the timer, she placed two cups of tea on the coffee table in front of the couch where Draco was now sitting.
"Who's that?" he asked pointing to the picture of a child, no older then 4 or 5, who was laughing, his hair turning from blue to green.
Hermione looked up and answered, "Harry and I's godson."
"Godson?" Draco asked looking at her.
"Yes, Godson. How did your parents take it when you told them you were dating the famous mudblood Hermione Granger?" Hermione asked changing to subject away from Teddy.
Draco noted the abrupt change in conversation but didn't press any further; at least not yet. There was something all too familiar about the child but he knew he'd never seen the child before. Clearly, there was something Hermione didn't want to tell him. Well tough, he would find out eventually.
"Oh, father was thrilled," Draco laughed darkly and took some of his tea, "Father thought it was a joke at first. He peered at me over his glasses in his study and asked how much I'd been bet to date you. I told him it wasn't a joke and after I told him that we had been put on the same project at work and that I had asked you out. He gave me a look as if checking to make sure I wasn't someone else. Once he was satisfied he shook his head and went back to his work with a scowl. Mother though…," Draco shook his head, "She doesn't care that you're a mudblood or Hermione Granger, she said as long as I'm happy then so is she. She was talking excitedly about grandchildren by the time I left."
"Grandchildren?" Hermione asked blushing as a thought crossed her mind.
"Yes," he then chuckled at her blush.
"Why are you blushing? Aren't women supposed to want children?" Draco asked smirking.
"I'm not blushing," Hermione lied, really she wasn't blushing at the thought of raising children with Malfoy, but more of the part that because before that. She blushed darker and imagined how that cocky smirk of his would widen if he ever found out what she was really thinking.
Draco was still smirking when the oven beeped. After dinner they muttered goodnight before departing into their own rooms.
Little did Hermione know Draco knew how to use legimency without having to look through the person's eyes, because as long as you concentrate on the person you can hear and sometimes see what they're thinking.
And Hermione was thinking awfully vividly.
A/N Forgot to put this in last time, lol. Okay, sooo, yep...yep, yep, yep..don't really have anything to say exept OMG TOM FELTON WON BEST VILLIAN! Is he awsome or what? Of course he is, he's a great actor and I could think of nowone better to portray Draco! (not to mention he's drop dead georgeious! *fans self* omg he's hot)
Okay, I'm hyper...like you couldn't tell. And exited because TOM WON! Yeah okay eneught of that you already know...damn it he's hot...lucky Jade Oliva. Alright, sooo how do you guys like this chapter?
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