Disclaimer: I own nothing, all credit to J.K Rowling for the creation of the Harry Potter universe. I just found a plot for this ship.

Warning: Rated M. Lemons, fluff, and adult language ahoy. Basically everything you would expect to find in a romance today. There will be no rape or character deaths in this story.

The ever amazing Ihrin has beta'd this chapter for us. If you still find errors please PM me. Thank you! Updated with Grammarly 7-17

Music speaks to my muse. I usually have songs on repeat or a playlist for stories as I write and edit them.
This chapters song was: Love Me for Me, Ashlee Simpson
Lyric of choice: If you only knew what I've been through.

Charmed to You

Chapter 5
Jericho!

Hermione fidgeted with her pale blue shift dress as she watched Teddy Lupin play on the floor with a Muggle train set that someone had bewitched so that, if the train was put on the track properly, it puttered ahead like a proper steam engine. She smiled as Teddy looked up at her with glee as it chugged along on its track. Today his hair was dark brown, much like hers, so that he looked rather a lot like his father. His eyes were a soft brown to match her own and he had even changed his skin so that it mimicked Hermione's soft golden tan.

She shook her head at him, rather impressed with his abilities. Tonks would have been delighted. At that thought, she sat back as waves of sadness overwhelmed her. Oh, Tonks. How she missed Tonks.

Andromeda bustled into the room, wearing a dark-green suit that appeared to be made of silk. Hermione lifted her eyes and met the older woman's kind expression. "Are you ready, dear?"

Hermione nodded, feeling her heart skip a beat. "Who will be watching Teddy?"

Andromeda sighed. "Ginny was going to be, but her meeting ran later than expected. I sent an owl to Harry but he hasn't gotten back to me. I suppose we shall just have to bring him with us and hope for the best. The house elves there will watch him. They adore children." She released a long sigh as pain washed over her face briefly. "And my old house elf is probably still there. She would treat him like a prince."

Hermione flinched at the mention of the elves and then bent down and picked up Teddy. He held tight to his still-steaming train and said happily, "Choo choo, Aunt 'Mione!"

Ah, to be a child, enchanted by simple things and blissfully unaware of how truly nutty the world could be.

Andromeda smiled happily at her grandson then threw the floo powder into the fire saying, very clearly, "Malfoy Manor- sitting room."

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There was a rush as they all stepped into the fire and then she heard a gasp as they arrived.

"No one told us she had a child!" she heard a voice exclaim and echo throughout the manor.

Hermione's eyes flew open to meet the furious gaze of Lucius Malfoy. Teddy was staring at the man and then, with a small shiver, his hair was a pale silver.
Andromeda scooped up her grandson, her eyes flashing.

"Of course she doesn't, Lucius! This is my grandson, Teddy Lupin. He's a-"

A soft voice cut them off as Narcissa said, "a metamorphmagus, like his mother."

Andromeda looked up and Hermione felt the shiver that passed between the two women, who looked a lot alike in the face.

"Well, yes. He is," Andromeda said softly, looking rather surprised that her sister had known about Tonks, or simply that she would even admit to knowing.

There was an awkward silence and then Andromeda said quietly. "Is Niffy still alive, Cissy?"

As an answer, Narcissa said very clearly, "Niffy."

A house elf that looked very old appeared in the room, took one look at Andromeda, and burst into to tears.

Narcissa flinched and then said softly, "Niffy, Andromeda is here to have dinner with us and has brought her grandson along. Can you see that the nursery is made ready for him and watch over him while we have dinner?"

The elf bowed, tears pouring out of her large eyes. "Oh yes, Mistress. Niffy would be honored, Mistress."

Andromeda looked at her sister with a pleading expression, as if asking permission. When she got a nod, she turned and said, "It is very good to see you, Niffy. My grandson is called Teddy."

Hermione watched as Niffy glanced at her mistress who, with a wave of her hand, seemed to give the small elf permission, and then watched with a rather sick expression as Niffy threw herself into Andromeda's arms, sobbing so hard her entire body shook.

Andromeda was whispering to the elf, who nodded with a small hiccup in reply and then disapparated away, presumably to fix the nursery.

They stood there in silence for a few minutes before there was another pop and a still-crying Niffy was taking Teddy into her arms tenderly, cooing at the boy who was looking at her wide-eyed.

Andromeda smiled at her grandson and said, "Niffy will watch you, Teddy. Be a good boy." With another soft pop, the small boy and the elf were gone and Andromeda was looking at her sister with a now closed expression. "Thank you," she sighed.

Narcissa nodded, her face looking a bit like she had swallowed stink sap. She turned and moved to a bar to pour herself a glass of wine from a crystal decanter. She looked up with a raised eyebrow at her sister who gave a brief nod. When her cold eyes fell on Hermione, Hermione shook her head and said softly, "No thank you." She didn't trust herself with wine tonight.

Glancing around the room, she realized that she didn't recognize it at all. If this had been the room she was tortured in, it looked nothing like she remembered. Lucius's eyes were boring into her and Hermione worked hard not to fidget.

Finally, Andromeda said, "Where is Draco?"

Narcissa answered her. "He was detained at the Ministry but will be here shortly."

Hermione looked up confused. "He's at the Ministry?" she asked curiously.

Narcissa nodded at her. "Yes, his work requires him to spend rather a lot of time there."

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Hermione frowned at that. She felt rather foolish but she really had no idea what Draco did for work. All his profile had said was that he was in business. She glanced at his father and saw his face tighten with distaste. She felt that, whatever it was his son did, he didn't approve of it. She was frustrated with herself; it was highly out of character for her to have not researched something as important as what her future husband's career was. However, it honestly had never occurred to her that he worked.

Andromeda, however, nodded knowledgeably. "They wrote a lovely piece on him in Witch Weekly last month. He is pioneering today's wizarding tech. That must make you very proud."

Hermione gave a little gasp and looked at Andromeda, unable to temper her shock. "WizTech is Malfoy owned?" she asked in stunned disbelief.

Narcissa nodded. "Oh yes, he was approached by a-" she cut herself off and closed her eyes, "Gryffindor" she bit out finally "from your year about the idea, just after the war. The two of them founded the company together and it's taking off. He just signed a contract to set up the Auror office this week."

Hermione looked back to Andromeda, feeling utterly gobsmacked. "Draco Malfoy is working with Dean Thomas?"

She turned again as a dry tone said from the doorway, "Don't sound so shocked, Granger."

Hermione felt her stomach flip at the drawling husky voice and turned to find that Draco Malfoy was leaning against the doorway, his trademark smirk on his face, in a black pinstripe suit and a deep, emerald green tie. His hair was ruffled a bit and he was staring at her with a rather strange look in his eyes- as if she surprised him. "The picture you gave them to use was terrible, Granger," he said in a rather amused tone.

Hermione flinched and looked over at Andromeda a bit helplessly.

Andromeda cleared her throat. "Well then, shall we head to diner? Teddy will need to be home in a bit and we have a lot to discuss."

Draco pushed himself off the door frame frowning. "Who is Teddy?" he asked coldly.

Andromeda stared at him. "Teddy Lupin, my grandson."

Draco's eyes cleared a bit and he nodded. "Oh yes, of course."

His father grunted and moved out of the room gracefully, his head high. His mother, however, hesitated and then said in a rather shaky voice: "It's just this way, Andromeda. Why don't we leave these two to walk together?"

Hermione felt her palms start to sweat and she watched Draco give his mother a long look before turning back to her. Without saying a word, he walked over to the bar and poured himself what looked like fire whiskey.

"I bet you are regretting helping Shacklebolt create that charm about now," he drawled lazily, swirling the liquid in his glass.

Hermione looked up in surprise. It wasn't well known that she was one who invented the charm. "How did you know it was me?"

Malfoy shrugged and she itched to slap the smug look off his face. She took a few deep breaths, she wasn't in school anymore- she was no longer a girl.

"Why didn't you petition to marry Weasley, Granger?"

She looked up at him and flinched at his rather cold expression. "We weren't a good fit," Hermione said softly.

His eyes widened a fraction before he nodded once. "Of course you weren't. I could have told you that. He's a complete bore and dumb as a troll. He was never a good match for someone like you."

Hermione frowned, not addressing his poor opinion of Ron; she didn't hope to change that. Though, she was rather shocked by his added "like you" statement. It had lacked his usual sarcastic tone. "What do you mean, 'like me'?" she asked.

Draco snorted, taking a long drink of his spirit before he replied. "Let's not play any games here, Granger. You're a brilliant witch, probably the best in our generation."

Hermione stepped back a little, utterly shocked. "Thank you," she replied reflexively.

He grimaced a bit and finished his drink. "Yes, well, matching your brains with someone like the Weasel King would have been a tragedy."

Hermione went red. "Don't call him that," she snapped angrily.

Draco looked up, his eyes narrowing at the change in her tone. "Are you still in love with him?" he asked, his tone cold- almost lethal.

Hermione sighed and wrapped her arms around herself. "Of course I love him. He was my best friend."

Draco's face fell back into a sneer, not as unattractive as it had once been on his younger face. "Was your best friend?" he prodded.

Hermione nodded, aware of the frown on her face. "Yes, was. We don't speak much anymore, although I am still very close to the rest of his family. He's busy with Quidditch, anyway."

Draco snorted and set down his glass, rather abruptly. "I suppose I shall have to associate with them, won't I?"

Hermione took a deep breath and stood her ground. "Yes. I mean- I will be, of course."

Draco nodded, his face going carefully blank again, and then looked at his watch. "We are late for dinner. Shall we?"

Hermione nodded and then flinched as his hand moved to her back, guiding her forward.

He let out a soft snort. "You're going to have to get used to this, Granger."

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Dinner with the Malfoy's. Bring your table manners.