New World Order
A Dramione FanFiction
Chapter Five
With her veil shrouded over her, Hermione nervously knocked at the door of the Weasley residence. She tapped her feet impatiently as she waited for an answer. An old craggily house elf opened the door.
"Uh, I'm, I'm here to see Monsieur Weasley." Hermione whispered.
The house elf nodded and ushered her inside to the entrance hall. Hermione looked around at her surroundings. She'd never seen inside Ron's house before. It was gigantic! Right out in the middle of nowhere. You could tell Pansy had inherited it. It had that "old money" kind of look. She could hear the soft clack of Ron's footsteps on the marble floor. Hermione lowered her hood and fluffed out her hair.
"Blimey Hermione! You look a sight!" Ron called as he crossed the room towards her.
"Good or bad?" She asked.
"Always good." Ron smiled, leaning down to kiss her cheek. Hermione blushed.
"So, Draco not home today?" Ron asked, his hand gently guiding Hermione forward into a large arched hallway. Everything was so over the top… Just like Pansy. Hermione chuckled to herself.
"No, he's at work." She smiled.
"Sucker." Ron whispered under his breath.
"What about Pansy?" Hermione asked.
"She's gone… shopping… or something. I don't know." Ron replied casually as they strolled through the endless corridors, eventually Ron motioned for her to enter a room in the right wing of the house.
Hermione's eye's opened wide with surprise. It was quite a large room made from stone. It had shelving all the way around the walls and was full of just about everything one could ever want for potion making. A large cauldron bubbled away in the middle of the room, a roaring fire underneath it.
"I hope you don't mind. I kinda started the Polyjuice potion, but then I thought you better come supervise. You know what I'm like with potions." Ron gave her a sympathetic smile.
Hermione went over to the simmering cauldron and peered into it.
"You know, you seem to have done a fantastic job here Ron." She beamed.
"Wh- what? Really? You're pullin' my leg!"
"No, really. I mean, you might have been a tad heavy handed with the Antimony, but I can't see why this wouldn't work."
Ron stood there in shock.
"See, you're doing fine." Hermione smiled.
"Well… I'd still like it if you checked in on it… you know, every now and then." Ron suggested quietly. His gaze on the floor.
"Oh, of course." Hermione agreed. They stood there awkwardly for a moment.
"Ronald, you're house is ridiculously huge!" Hermione laughed, breaking the tension.
"Yeah, yeah, present from Pans' parents. This end is my wing and the left wing is hers." Ron smiled.
"You wouldn't have to spend a lot of time together in a house this huge. That must be ok." Hermione smiled.
"Oh, well, we see each other every night." Ron said sheepishly.
"Well of course Ronald, I mean, I see you almost every night! You'd have to see each other when you attend the Gentlemen's club." Hermione replied innocently.
"Ugh, I meant that we, ugh, we share a bed and stuff, so yeah. I-I see her every night."
Hermione stood there blankly.
"All these rooms and there's only one bedroom?" She asked.
"Um, no, we, uh, we choose to sleep together."
"Oh." Hermione replied numbly.
"Well, you know how it is 'Mione, you spend all this time together feelings are bound to grow, I mean, she is my wife after all and it's not like she's ugly. In fact, she's actually alright once you get to know her. I mean, you probably feel the same about Draco."
"No, no I don't." Hermione replied, her heart full of hurt.
Hermione didn't know what to do. The love of her life was standing before her telling her that he loved another. How is someone supposed to handle that? Especially when they are your only ticket out.
"I think, I think I better leave now." Hermione replied quietly, trying to keep her voice in check.
"Oh, c'mon 'Mione, I never get to spend time with you by yourself! Stay for a cuppa or something!"
"No, I, I better get back. Draco will probably come home early tonight. Plus I've got to get ready for this evening."
Ron's face dropped.
"Oh. Well, if you're sure then."
Hermione nodded.
"I'll walk you back to the door." Ron offered.
"No, it's, it's fine." Hermione smiled. She went over to Ron and kissed his cheek gently.
"I'll see you tonight."
And with that Hermione turned sharply to leave the room, hoping Ron wouldn't notice her tears.
"For fucks sake Granger! Hurry up!" Draco called up the stairs. He looked at the clock above the mantle. They were already ten minutes late. If there was one thing Draco hated most (beside mudbloods) it was not being punctual. His mother had always instilled in him to be timely.
"Granger! Get your arse down here now!"
Hermione finally appeared at the top of the stairs.
"Merlin." He breathed as she began to descend. She looked like a sex goddess. She had on a black, heavily beaded bodice, with sleeves that hung off her shoulders. The original full length skirt had been cut and hitched so that her crinoline could be seen, showing her gorgeous legs that were usually hidden beneath. Her stiletto healed boots went to just above her ankle and she wore a Slytherin green garter.
Hermione stopped inches away from Draco.
"Is this pleasing to you?" She asked in a domineering husky voice.
Draco could have thrown her on the floor right then and there and had his way with her. Instead he tried to keep his voice even and simply replied with;
"Yes."
He took her hand and dissaperated to the Gentleman's Club.
Draco entered the room proudly, Hermione on his arm. He was acting like the cat that got the cream. He looked down upon his fellow men with their lowly wenches.
"Helllloooo Granger!" Theo leered as he took an eye full of her cleavage.
"Good evening Messieur Knott." Hermione answered her tone slightly flirty.
"I say old boy, what have you done with Hermione? This surely isn't her." Theo laughed, slapping Draco on the back. Ron eyed Hermione, his expression surly. Draco smiled.
"Yes, she has done quite well tonight. Granger, would you get me a drink?"
Hermione smiled lovingly at Draco and moved over to the drinks table. She poured him a large serving of firewhiskey and brought it back to his side, snuggling up on his knee.
"And how are you this evening Messieur Weasley?" Hermione asked.
"Fine. Thank you." Ron grunted.
"Ooh, someone's not happy." Blaise said with a chuckle, sitting down beside Ron, "trouble with the Missus?"
"No, everything's fine, thank you."
"Alright, suit yourself. Ginny! You got the drinks? Theo, want a drink?" Blaise asked.
"Nah got one." He replied.
"Draco? Ron?"
Both shook their heads.
"What about you Miss Granger?" Blaise asked teasingly, knowing that Hermione never drank at the club.
"I'd love one thank you." She replied, her lips parting seductively. Draco and Ron looked at her with surprise.
"Really?" asked Ron.
"Yes. Really. I'm allowed to drink." She spat, "Unless Master Malfoy does not want me to." She said this in her sweetest voice, fluttering her eyes at Draco.
"Fine by me my love." Draco smiled. He was beginning to like this Hermione.
By ten o'clock Hermione was roaring drunk. Ginny looked on nervously at her friend from the safety of Blaise's lap.
"I long for a dance! Why isn't anybody dancing?" Hermione asked swinging her glass of half empty wine around the room. The men laughed at her antics.
"Here my dear, your glass seems empty." Lucius stated, holding out the bottle for her.
"You are too kind, dear sir." Hermione slurred, holding out her glass to be filled.
"Haven't you had enough?" Ron asked in a half whisper, rushing to her side, taking over the pouring from Malfoy Sr.
"I certainly have not Ronald Weasley! I shall say when I have had enough to drink!" Hermione declared to the room.
"Yes Weasley. She is not yours to look after." Draco sneered, standing up and taking Hermione in his arms.
"Draco, all I want to do is dance." Whined Hermione. Draco smiled.
"And you shall."
With a flick of his wand, an old fashioned gramophone appeared. Ron rolled his eyes. This was all too much for him.
As Hermione got a helping hand from Theodore to stand on the table Ron quietly sneaked out of the room. If Hermione wasn't going to do something helpful, he would.
He walked with purpose towards the kitchens in search of suitable candidates for the Polyjuice potion.
Ron returned unsuccessful from his mission. Hermione was no longer dancing; she was instead lolling on the table, her head hanging over the edge.
"Theo, tell me, why do you have a new mistress every week?" Asked Lucius, "Surely you should have found one women to fulfil your lust."
"Lucius, why settle for just one?" Theodore laughed.
"But you have found one." Hermione stated. Everyone's attention turned towards Hermione.
"I-I don't think I understand." Theodore stuttered. Hermione sat up.
"You have found one? Haven't you? I mean, there has been one consistent person you've fucked."
The whole room fell silent, listening to the conversation.
"I don't know what you're talking about." Theo laughed nervously.
"What? Aren't you fucking Pansy anymore?" Hermione asked innocently.
"I say Draco, get a grip of your woman." Theo demanded to Draco.
"I don't know what you're up in arms about. Everyone knows it." Hermione replied lazily, taking a large drink from her wine glass.
"I beg your pardon?" cried Pansy.
"It's true! It's true!" laughed Hermione, "and that's not the best part! Pansy is –"
This time Draco intervened.
"Ok, time to go home." He said with a sigh, taking the wine glass out of her hand.
"No, Draco, Theo needs to know!" She howled.
"Needs to know what?" asked Draco exasperated as he tried to lift her over his shoulder. Hermione wasn't very cooperative.
"He needs to know that Pansy and Ron still have sex. In fact, Ron say's they're in love. Ha!"
Hermione's last words hung in the air.
"Is that true Ron?" Pansy asked. Ron stepped out of the doorway he had been lurking in.
"Ugh, well, I…" Ron was lost for words.
"You're fucking a ranga?" Theodore yelled.
"Yep, yep, yep, she sure is. Looks like no inheritance for you!" Hermione giggled.
"Ok, really time for home." Said Draco.
As a fight between Ron and Theodore began to escalate Draco quickly dissaperated Hermione and himself home.