Hypothetically Speaking
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"Relax," Draco smirked, "It'll be fine."
"You better not try anything," Blaise warned again, his tone taking on a harsher edge.
"What had Draco better not do?" A confused Hermione asked, walking up behind the pair and putting one hand on Blaise's shoulder, her eyes narrowed on Malfoy.
"Be rude enough not to ask you to dance with me," Draco said before Blaise could say anything. When Blaise's mouth snapped shut, Draco turned to Hermione, his signature smirk spread gallantly across his face. "So Miss Granger, would you be kind enough to take my hand for the first dance?"
Quickly looking at Blaise for approval, Hermione nodded her assent and too his arm. Together, they walked to the dance floor. As per tradition, Draco was supposed to take the first dance as an inauguration to the ball. So, standing in the middle of the floor, Draco motioned for the orchestra to start up, and turned to Hermione. Bowing formally, Draco put one arm around her waist and the other firmly in her hand. She responded by interlocking fingers with him, and put one hand smoothly on his shoulder-blade.
"You have a nice posture," Draco commented. Moving swiftly and gracefully, the two glided across the floor, all eyes on them.
"Thank you," she replied, looking Draco in the eyes. He looked dominant (he was leading) and possessively over her. "Do you think Vivian will mind?" Hermione wondered innocently.
"I wouldn't worry about her," Draco whispered, as if they were sharing some sort of secret. Hermione smiled back, feeling proud of the way they had matured enough to be able to put their past trivialities behind them and act like adults. For the rest of the dance, they were silent.
As soon as the last note was played, and Hermione had curtsied in response to Draco's bow, Draco took her by the arm and led her off the dance floor. Everyone else, who had watched the graceful couple with awe, entranced by their beautiful movements, rushed onto the dance floor for their share of the dancing. Hermione walked over to Blaise, who, like everyone else, had been watching them. He looked slightly annoyed and quickly indicated for Hermione to come sit next to him.
Hermione looked at him curiously, but took the indicated seat.
"Are you sure you didn't mind that I danced with Draco?" Hermione wondered.
She had always known of Blaise's jealous side, and she knew the schoolboy rivalry between Draco and Blaise ran deep. Still though, she had assumed that the vein of enmity had dissolved since their graduation and was surprised to see that it's effects still echoed through their actions of the present.
"No," Blaise said quickly; dismissively. "Of course not."
"We can always dance together later," Hermione offered brightly.
"Yeah," Blaise mumbled distractedly. Hermione's brow furrowed nervously. She hated to be the source of unhappiness and especially now, on what was supposed to be a vacation, Hermione was disgruntled that Blaise was already upset.
"Blaise," Hermione pouted, "I'm sorry, it's just I didn't want to be rude."
"Its fine," he replied, "it's not your fault."
Blaise glanced over to Malfoy who was sneering at him from behind Hermione's back.
"Oh," Malfoy said suddenly, interrupting what looked like an amusing lover's quarrel. "Here are your keys."
He threw a large, old fashioned key to Blaise, who caught it deftly. "It's on the top floor, Suite number four."
"You gave us a suite?" Hermione squealed in delight, beaming at Malfoy. "That's so nice of you!"
"Anything, for you," he said charmingly, though his gaze was focused on a seething Blaise.
"Well I think I'm going to head up early," Blaise said stiffly. He looked at Hermione expectantly, who, although she wanted to stay, knew that it was her obligation, as Blaise's future wife, to go with him.
"Me too," she pretended to yawn.
"It was a pleasure seeing you again," Malfoy drawled, and giving Hermione a half-smile, proceeded to leave the two, to go and talk to some other people.
Hermione stood on the large balcony, small candles littering the floor, making her glow slightly in the cool night air surrounding her. The moonlight shone on her, and as she leant over the railing, she could vaguely hear Blaise opening the sliding door, and step behind her. She remained still, and waited till he approached her. He put his arm around her waist, and another one over her shoulder. He kissed her on the ears, and she sighed with pleasure.
"Blaise," she murmured.
"Sssh," he said, continuing to kiss her.
"No wait," she turned around abruptly, to face him completely. "I'm sorry about Malfoy, was I being too nice?" she said sweetly.
"You're always too nice," he chuckled, "and you don't need to apologize."
"Ok good," she smiled. "Are you sure you aren't mad though?"
"I'm not mad," Blaise assured her with a secretive smirk, "now, where were we? Oh yes...now I remember."
And with that, he swooped her up into his arms, and took her back inside the room to show her exactly how not-mad he really was.
"Good-morning," Draco said as Hermione and Blaise entered the food hall, "It's nice to hear you two are planning to continue the Zabini lineage; and how polite of you two to finally join us for breakfast at one o'clock in the afternoon."
Hermione blushed profoundly at Draco's blatant remarks. Blaise however, ignored him completely, and led Hermione to the buffet.
"Blaise," she hissed, "do you really think he could hear us?"
"Why yes, and he still can," Malfoy said, interrupting Blaise, who was just about to reassure Hermione that he was sure Draco couldn't hear a damn thing. "But please, don't let the fifty or so guests who have complained about the ruckus coming from your room stop you the next time you get the urge to 'have some fun'." he added.
"Oh shut up," Blaise said.
"I will, if you two will!" Draco retorted with a large grin.
"Okay, okay! We get the point!" Hermione said, eager to divert the conversation to something other than her sex life. She looked at the two boys next to her. "Do you two have any plans for today?"
"I have a few meetings," Draco said "but other than that, I'm free."
"I'm going to be busy," Blaise grinned, "being with you all day"
"Agh, please," Draco said, before Hermione could reply, "All this pre-marital talk and behavior is giving me a headache—and sleepless nights."
"You just don't understand," Hermione said, taking the carafe of fresh-orange juice. Just as she was about to pour herself a glass, Blaise's phone went off, and out of surprise, she spilt the juice everywhere.
Blaise however, had not noticed, and had walked out of the hall to talk freely.
"Oh god, I'm so sorry!" Hermione burst, "It was just...the phone...and..."
Draco smiled, and helped Hermione clean up the mess on the floor with one of the napkins provided on the table. Picking up his trousers slightly, and then kneeling over to help her, he said,
"Still as clumsy as I remembered from Hogwarts."
"Hey! I never did anything like this in Hogwarts!"
"That's not what I saw in the Great Hall."
"That's not true! As far I as I can remember, I never knocked anything over and anyway—how would you know? Not watching me, were you?" she grinned.
"Only if you wanted me too," he smirked. "And why are we doing this?" he stuck up his hand, and one of the waiters dashed over to him. He gestured to the mess, and in an instant, the waiter had cleaned it all up.
"We could have done that ourselves," Hermione objected, returning the buffet, now carefully focusing on pouring herself a drink, without spilling it.
Ignoring her completely Draco asked, "So how did you and Blaise get together?"
"I - I..." Hermione stuttered "It was you know—in the war and all..." she trailed off.
"Wow, how interesting." he shook his head, "A little more specific please"
"I'd rather not say," she blushed.
"Don't tell me, your intelligence failed you for the first time, and you were left stranded by Weasel and Potter, and Blaise turned up, and transformed from his former murderous Death-Eater self into your knight in shining armor?"
"How did you know?" Hermione said, completely surprised.
"Only you would be afraid to admit that you made a mistake, and that you had to be saved by a Slytherin." Draco said. "So what, you two just fell in love?"
"Well, he took care of me for a few days and yeah—I guess you could say that," Hermione smiled romantically.
"So tell me this," Draco asked carefully, "If had not been Blaise, and let's say, hypothetically, maybe me, would we be getting married now?"
"It's possible."
"Damn, I wish I had been as nice as him," he smirked.
A.N: Hey! Sorry it took so long to update, but here it is! Hope you guys like it! Pleeease review D
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