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Summary: "I want some grand babies soon and Lucius and I think that you're the perfect candidate." Hermione didn't wait to hear the rest before she hightailed it out of there.
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Pocket full of Sunshine
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When Hermione had a lot on her mind she paced and paced until she either had
an idea on how she was going to rectify said situation, or if it entailed
doing something that bent the rules too much, got Harry to do it for her. She
knew well enough that everyone loved Harry and he got away with what ever he
wanted with the flash of a smile.
Hermione never hated that though, (sure it irritated her when she knew what
ever little scheme that he and Ron had cooked up was wrong and all he got was a pat on
the hand or a warning) because when she wanted something done, Harry was the
one who got his hands dirty.
Golden boy he maybe, and maybe a tad bit paranoid, but right now said person
was sitting there laughing at her with the rest of the Weasleys who were able
to gather; meaning all of them with the exception of the eldest three sons.
"Merlin 'Mione, any more pacing, and you'll wear out the carpet,"
The-boy-who-lived said smirking and she wanted to do nothing else but hex that
silly smirk of his face.
Molly, Arthur and the twins had left leaving the Golden Trio and Ginny,
attempting to console Hermione, telling her that it would be ok because the Malfoys would eventually
find a new prey. The twins stated that they would familiarize themselves with
calling her Mrs. Malfoy before apparating away before she could do them any
bodily harm. Ron saw the look that Hermione was sending to Harry, and he
thought that The-boy-who-lived-only-to-die-by-the-hands-of-Hermione, was most
likely going to meet his fate soon if he did not intervene.
" What he means is that, knowing Malfoy, he was really just trying to pull one up on you knowing that out of the three" Ginny coughed ever so subtly
" I-I mean four, of us then the chances of you actually hexing them to
kingdom come, is slim and almost nonexistent." Ron ended his speech with a
nod of his head as if to convince himself of the utter crap Hermione knew he
was spewing out of his mouth.
Hermione knew that what he said was utter crap because, why in Merlin's
hairy balls would they play a prank on her because they knew she wouldn't
fight back, because they should have known that next time around, she would hand
them their arses back on a silver platter. Then again, the Malfoys- no, the
youngest Malfoy always thought himself funny. Looking at it from that
perspective, Hermione knew that her friends were right and she tried to place
it in the back of her mind. She smiled at them letting them know that she had
agreed with what they were saying, for the time being.
"Now that's settled, who's hungry?" an energetic Ron said as he made
his way towards the kitchen, the scent of what his mother was cooking had made
him hungry. Hermione, Harry and Ginny all groaned in unison but followed along
none the less.
Two days later
The Borrow was alive with a flurry of movement, everybody hustling and
bustling to get ready to head to platform 9 and three-quarters. The sky was a
light blue and there were only a few clouds tobe seen floating up there idly, hinting that the day
would be bright. Arthur had gotten a car from the ministry knowing full well
that they would not make it to the train on time with all the things that
usually went on when it was time to head back to school.
Today unlike the rest was different because it was Ron, Hermione and
Harry's last year at Hogwarts and Molly thought it necessary to make a
banquet for breakfast because "Merlin knows when you kids graduate, I
won't know how often I'll see you," she had said all te while becoming teary as she tried to
'fix' Ron's robes; he rolled his eyes. He did not understand why some people couldn't leave
their parent's house, or thought it hard to leave after graduation. When
Harry approached him about sharing a flat, he jumped on the idea, thinking
that if he procrastinated even a bit his mother would find a way to hold him
at the Borrow.
"Come now Won-Won, don't be like that, who knows when you'll see your
mom again, after you graduate?" Hermione smirked at her best friend knowing
full well that Mrs. Weasley would sprout another batch of tears; Ron just glared at
Hermione as she flounced out the door, thinking that her day had just started
on a good note.
"My, my Hermione, how very Slytherin of you, never would have thought you
to be so vindictive," Before Hermione could reply to Ginny's comment two resounding pops were heard before two people spoke cutting her off.
"Come now Ginny, you can't really be too surprised about that she has
Slytherin qualities, after all, Malfoy is her intended." The smirking twins
said in unison, but before either of them had a chance to escape, an itching
hex was sent their way. "Argh! 'Mione why oh why have you betrayed us
so?" Fred called out dramatically to Hermione's back as she walked towards
the car.
"That's what you guys get for making such idiotic remarks, me as Malfoy's
intended? Not if I have anything to do with it."
On the train
He could smell her miles away if he wanted to, though that was not necessary
when she was two compartments down from where he sat, laughing with her
Griffindork friends. He loathed admitting that she belonged to that house, but
she tended to show just how Gryffindor she was in certain situations, it was
very bothersome indeed. Draco made a mental note to get rid of said traits
later on. Groaning, he laid his head on the cool window pane awaiting the
onslaught that was about to begin in 3…2…1…
"Draco Darling I missed you," a simpering Pansy said in what he assumed
she thought was a seductive voice, but only sounded like a wet cat. To make
matters worse, she stunk, and Merlin's underpants did it give him a
headache.
Turning up his nose in disgust, he glowered at her, "Pansy what the hell is
that stench on you?"
"It's my new perfume, do you like?" To make matters worse, she began
rubbing herself over him, leaving that putrid smell all over his robes.
Pushing her off of him, he glared down at her, "for fuck's sake do you have to
rub your disgusting self all over me, now I'm going to be left with that
foul smell all over my brand new robes." Sending her one of his most heated
glares, he swept out of the compartment in search of Blaise.
"…ear 'Mione I wouldn't be worried if I were you, Malfoy has a
nice piece of arse and if I weren't committed to Harry, I would squeeze it
for all it's worth." Draco smirked as he over heard the little Weaslette
and by the delicious smell that came from the compartment, he could only
assume that his lady love was in there. A shocked and possibly scandalized 'Ginny' was heard followed by
laughter. "Come on Hermione, you have a guy that's sex on legs chasing
after you, be it prank or no prank. If I were you, I'd milk it for all
it's worth."
'Of course she would.' Draco thought with a sneer at the door, imagining
that it was the Weaslette on the receiving end of it instead of the
compartment door. With out warning, the door was thrown open and a flustered
Hermione and a smirking Weaslette walked out, only for said bushy haired
Gryffindor to walk right into the person that had been haunting her thoughts.
She went as far as making sure there was no way that she would come in
contact with him at the platform, not knowing that said veela had already seen
her and found it amusing to watch her slink between the students as if she was
trying to blend in with the crowd.
Flash back
Looking at his mate-to-be, Draco tried his best not to laugh out loud. By the
way she kept on looking around and the feeling of nervousness coming off of
her in waves, he could only guess that she was trying to avoid him. That would
have been possible had it not been for the advanced senses that a veela had.
Even with out his veela senses to give him the extra boost, the hair that
seemed a lot more tamed than it had before was still easily recognizable.
"What is that girl doing? Is she playing sleuth or something of the sorts?
She looks ridiculous, almost as paranoid as that Potter boy." His mother
said with a shake of her head, as she made her way back to the apparition
point after saying goodbye to her son.
End flashback
Leaning into Hermione he took a sniff, letting the scent of honey and
something that seemed to be naturally her, wash over him. In an instant his
spat with Parkinson was already forgotten, as he buried his nose in the hollow
of her throat trying to get as much out of their encounter before she regained
some sense and pushed him off. He tugged on a strand of her hair, forgetting
where they were, he licked and bit the tip of her ear.
Ginny stood there rooted to her spot as she watched Hermione being
practically molested by Malfoy of all people. Hearing it from her friend had
them all brushing it off because it seemed absolutely hilarious, but seeing it
up close and personal was disconcerting. The look that Malfoy was giving
Hermione was that of a lover and last time she checked Malfoy could not stand
to be in Hermione's presence much less look as if he was in heaven nibbling
on her friends ear. Snapping into attention Ginny pulled Hermione away from
Malfoy and began dragging her away from the boy that was glaring daggers at her. Lets
say if looks could kill, she'd be dead twice over and six feet under.
Locating Harry and Ron's compartment, Ginny pushed a still dazed Hermione
in before following her and locking the door behind them. She did not know what the hell was up with Malfoy, but she knew that it was no prank, because
Merlin knows it's not fun to mess with a veela and their mate.
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The obviously aroused veela stalked into his best friend's compartment,
looking as murderous as ever, Blaise Zabini merely smirked having an idea as
to why his friend looked absolutely livid. His dark skin looked flawless in
the light, dark blue eyes that seemed electric, a face that could have been
mistaken for a model and a body to match it, Blaise Zabini was indeed a heart
throb.
"Ah I see that you had a run in with your mate," his deep voice was laced
with apprehension and what seemed to be a tad bit of sympathy for his friend.
"Yes, and I was enjoying myself had it not been for Weaslette, she needs to
be kept on a leash," the platinum blond growled at his friend.
"In dew time, my friend, the life of a veela, how wonderful, I swear,
between you and I on that platform, we probably caused a lot of problems in a
couple of relationships with all the drooling that was happening."
Blaise's rich laughter rang out in the compartment as a scene from not to
long ago played itself over in his head.
"What good is it, if she's not the one coming after me?" Draco's
statement sobered up his friend instantly.
"I know mate, more than anyone else I know."
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