(A/N: Okay here is the next chapter. It is kinda short but I thought it was okay. Enjoy.)
Hermione was thrilled, her friends had accepted her relationship with Draco, even if they were a bit confused by how it all happened. After she'd answered most of their questions they'd even begun brainstorming ways to get Draco in contact with the order, but in secrecy so He Who Must Not Be Named would not find out and punish the other Malfoys. She'd tried to squash those plans, knowing that Draco could never agree to any of them, all the plans they'd thought up were ones she already suggested, and none of them could ensure that Narcissus Malfoy wouldn't be punished for Draco's actions. Hermione knew they meant well, they wanted her to be happy and they knew that, for some unknown reason, Draco made her happy. She'd even heard them change how they referred to them, catching their harsh use of his last name and switching it out for his first, which everyone could admit felt weird on their tongues.
"If only Malf- Draco could convince his mother to help the order too, if she was in on the plan it would be much easier to ensure her safety." Ron commented, frustrated at how every viable suggestion he came up with was immediately shot down. Everyone nodded, all eyes turning to Hermione. She knew what they were all thinking, what they wouldn't say.
"I know. I've tired to suggest her talk to her, but he's adamant that she'd never leave Lucius." She had gotten used to the way Draco's name felt on her tongue, even enjoyed the shiver it sent up her spine, but saying his father's name still gave her chills in a completely different way.
"Do you think she believes in all the blood purity crap too?" Ginny asked, they all knew that Tonk's mother was Narcissus and Bellatrix's sister, and how she had never paid any mind to the blood purity propaganda that her family had been built on. "Is it possible that Narcissus is like Andromeda?"
"It's possible, Andromeda was the middle child, so she could have influenced Narcissus, but I think the rest of the family scared her into pretending to believe the same things they did. Draco doesn't mention her a lot but it's clear that he cares for her far more than he does for his father. He's always said how dependent she was on the house elves, but never cruel to them. It's very possible that she doesn't know how to think any different. She grew up with her family aligning with Voldemort in the first war, and then she married and lived in basically the same environment. If she doesn't believe in it all she's probably repressed it very deep to cope with her reality."
Everyone nodded, solemnly they all looked at their feet. Hermione felt terrible, she'd dropped this bomb of information on her friends and they were trying hard to understand and help her but all she could do was give them half answers and shoot down their proposals because even she didn't know how deeply intertwined the Malfoy family was with Voldemort.
They all headed to bed not long after, Hermione sending a quick note with her owl to Draco, they'd meet early tomorrow morning talk but she wanted to calm his anxiousness and let him know that it had all gone well.
It was only a few minutes later that she received a note from him. He was relieved and eager to see her tomorrow morning. He agreed to meet with her early tomorrow morning and then added another few lines that made her blush and forced her to suppress girlish giggles that would alarm her dorm mates.
That night her dreams were hopeful, rose tinted, and just downright giddy. She wouldn't be surprised if her dorm mates had heard her giggling in her sleep. She never would have let her mind wander there in the daytime, but in her dreams she allowed a little indulgence. Her dreams cut through small intimate moments, her and Draco drinking wine in a fancy restaurant in Paris, she introducing him to her parents and answering any questions he had about all the muggle things in her parents' home, him proposing, his mother crying with hers as she walked down the aisle, a blond little boy with silver eyes and buck teeth. The next morning she would bury those hopes and dreams deep down within her, she wouldn't be able to forget about them and when she saw Draco next she would probably bury her face in his chest, he'd ask her what was wrong and she wouldn't be able to tell him.
She always hated the blood purity ideology but she had never let it stand in her way, she'd always managed to prove wrong those who thought of her in those terms. But she couldn't do anything about this, about how the world she was living in kept her so far away from his, they were close, sinfully close, but never close enough.
(A/N: Hope you liked it. I will try to update again this weekend or early next week, but no promises, and after that college will take priority. Kinda got a bit dramatic at the end but I kinda wanted to show how Hermione wants a future with Draco but feels that it won't happen and tries to deny that she wants a life with him. Please review and ps. I had no idea where I'm going with this story, still kinda unsure :/ )