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AN: Done with exams! Mwahahaha
Thanks to all you lovelies that faved/reviewed/followed my story! It really does keep me going with my writing. Since I wasn't really sure how other people will take my ideas, it's really nice to this support.
The Slytherins have their eyebrow game on, all their emotion shown through the movements of their eyebrows. Also, in my world, Fred never dies.
Draco's Company Meeting
Draco sat there smiling like crazy at his IMO on his lap. The share owners of the company were starting to look at him in a weird way. Draco didn't notice any of this; he was too busy searching up the place of the reunion on .
His brows scrunched together when he realized that he had no connections with anyone in that area whatsoever. I'll just wait for her to send pictures. Maybe I can go buy a neighboring island? Nah, I already have an island in the Caribbean on the other side of Panama. Maybe I should buy an island off the coast of Antarctica. I always liked penguins and polar bears. He smiled and gave himself an approving nod at his brilliant idea. (AN: Polar bears only live on the North Pole)
"Ahem," his COO, Blaise Zabini, coughed. "Is the GM going to be here today, Mr Malfoy, or should we start without her?" he asked mockingly.
"Huh, what?" Draco finally realized that everyone in the meeting was eyeing him with a humorous glint. "Oh, er, Ms Granger will not be here for the next week for, ahem, family reasons." He managed to compose himself at the end.
Blaise raised an eyebrow at that.
Everyone nodded their approval and the meeting started. The Marketing Director started presenting new marketing techniques to the room and Draco lost his interest within 10 minutes. He was suffering very badly from Hermione deprivation.
Again, he took out his IMO and started to text Hermione, but he decided against it. She should have time to talk with her family and all. Instead, he decided to read some of the old chats they had. He smiled fondly thinking about Hermione. The way he held his IMO made it look like he was reviewing his notes on the project meeting.
Draco: .
Oops, didn't mean to do that, Draco's eyebrows went up as he saw that he had just sent a text to his fiancé.
Unbeknownst to him, the MD was talking about expanding Malfoy Industries to France and the rest of Europe. Taking this as a sign that Draco was skeptical, the MD stuttered out, "oh, well, if we can expand our muggle hotels to continental Europe, we would be looking at a 50% increase in share values. Erm, i-if you think that this would be too much of a risk; we should just expand our IMO market to Portugal and Eastern Europe instead, and ignore the expansion of muggle hotels," he squeaked out. He was flustered that Draco was not taking to his flawless idea as well as he thought.
Mione: ?
Draco: nthng, it was an accident
Mione: Oh, ok
Draco furrowed his brows at the short reply.
The MD was starting to sweat from his palms, "I-I think," he began, "I think, if we invest 700 thousand galleons into expanding the use of the IMO in Eastern Europe for the next trimester, we will be able to breakeven by the end of the year, following the trends that you can see now."
Draco: Hv time to talk?
Mione: Sry, id love to, but im hving dinner with my family rite now, table manners and all that
Draco pouted again, the MD was thoroughly confused, and Blaise looked like he could die of laughter anytime soon.
Airport Food Court
They had another good 30 minutes before the plane was due to board. All of the children were sitting together at one table while the adults were sitting at the table next to them. Hermione was the only one who was eating noodles, the rest of them were apparently too high class for Asian food. Her cousins were starting to come to terms with Louise, but they all refused to talk to Max and Ava.
"Hey," Hermione offered them a smile, "I'm Hermione Granger. I speak French, too, if you would prefer it."
"Wait, wait, wait," Max gave her an incredulous look, "I'm related to the Hermione Granger? The Golden Trio Hermione Granger? What?"
"Ha, I told you that this is Hermione Granger!" Ava said with a grin.
Hermione was shocked. How did they know about me? Hermione tried to piece it together; their last name, Rosier, Evan Rosier, the pureblood Death Eater that died during the first wizarding war. Merlin's saggy bollocks, Laurent Rosier is a pureblood wizard. Why did I not piece this together the moment her said marrying at a young age was in normal because they needed an heir?
Hermione stared at them with her mouth opened like a fish out of water.
Coming to think about it, didn't Evan Rosier have a brother that ran away with a muggle?
"What do you mean the Hermione Granger?" Maddie asked suspiciously. "What's so special about her?"
Ouch, you wound me there.
"Yeah, she's just one of those girls who went to a no-name boarding school and never got into college," Emily continued.
Double ouch, and twins really do have a think with connected minds, Hermione thought. I better take a note of this and ask Fred and George. If this wasn't a family reunion and if this wasn't her cousins, Hermione was sure that the janitors would be a busy for the next while.
"Sweet Circe, how do you not know abou-" Hermione kicked Ava in the chin. "Ow, fuck." Silence ensues. Nobody in the family was allowed to swear, ever. "I mean, ahem, excuse my French."
"Don't get off topic, how do I not know about what?" Emily demanded.
"Oh, er, a-about the, um, oh! It's a school thing," Hermione interjected before anyone could get a chance to spill anything.
"R- right, we went to sister schools, you see? Hermione went to Hogwarts and we went to Beauxbatons," Louise was quick to support her claims. "We had this school, um, tournament thingy when we were back in school."
"Hermione's team was called the Golden Trio, they became international legend," Max continued without missing a beat.
"Legendary for getting the negative marks, probably," Jake smiled. "Oh no, no, no, no, I was just kidding. Gosh, Hermione, you know I'm not that mean." He paused for a while. "But did you get the lowest marks?"
Hermione groaned. This. Little. Sonuvabitch!
"Oh, sorry, I didn't mean it as a bad thing," Jake attempted a smirk that came out looking like he got stung in the face by a bee.
The Rosiers were beyond shocked at this point. Their cousin was a famous war heroine, the rest of the family didn't know anything about magic, and said war heroine was being treated like this.
"What? Pft, of course not!" Max was the first to recover from the shock. "She won the tournament! I didn't recognize her because I graduated a year earlier."
Ava and Louise nodded in agreement and gave Hermione a sympathetic look.
The rest of the family wasn't buying this but they didn't push any further. They weren't willing to believe that their failure of a cousin could win at anything, let alone an inter-school tournament.
Conceited arrogant prats, Hermione thought. Wait, no, conceited arrogant prat is saved for Draco.
On the Airplane
Hermione was delighted that she got to sit with the Rosiers instead of her Emily, Maddie, Richie, or Jake. They were all sitting together in the row in front of her, Max, Ava, and Louise.
"So…" she started, "they don't know, huh?"
"Funny, if they knew, then I might as well take the liberty to hex them into next week." Hermione's smirk was on point.
"Oh, you take after Draco so much! You two make a really nice couple, you know?" she cocked her head to the other side, grinning, "so when's the wedding?"
Hermione gave her a horrified look while simultaneously casting a muffliato around them.
"Smart," Louise remarked.
"So they don't know about that either," Ava stated plainly, "such a nice family you have. And I thought that pureblooded families were heartless and achievement centric." Ava and Ginny could've gotten along just fine with how straight forward they are. They probably don't even know what 'beating around the bush' means.
"Sorry for asking, but how do you know about my personal life?"
"My cousin," she said, "Theo."
Oh, so she's Avery Nott, Hermione thought, I heard Theo mentioning her sometime ago about a wedding he had to attend. "We live in such a small world," Hermione said, mostly to herself.
"You're not mad at me for almost spilling about magic and everything, right?"
"Nah, the cover-up for it was wicked funny," Hermione grinned back. "Their reactions were quite amusing, actually."
AN: So a few of you guys figured it out… hoho there's one more though. How's it going so far? Too fast? Too slow? More Draco and Hermione actually being together? When I don't ask for reviews you guys really don't review… so, review review review, I read them all!
Am I allowed to answer people here? If not then I'll delete this by the next update.
Kallanit: Kudos for being the first to figure out the first *ahem* hint.
meldz: Wow, you undermined that really fast – I feel like I just got stripped. Here's a cookie *insert cookie here*. I just changed it to a T, mainly for a few innuendos and maybe a bit of swearing. Oh, and of course, some Dramione fluffy stuff.
Guest: Yes, yes. I was going to use a lesser known last name, but I wanted it to be a little bit more obvious. Maybe a little too obvious?
Nachtschwalbe: I actually had to go search up "names of dead Death Eaters" to come up with Evan Rosier.
Bianca the crazy slytherin: I think Draco is OOC as well, but hey, he's in sappy-lovesick-I-need-Hermione-with-me-all-the-time mode :) Also, communication between Draco and Hermione is important in this fic and I don't think the floo with be very practical. Thanks for giving me advice and encouragement!