Disclaimer: I don't own anything but my imagination and whatever else is in this story that doesn't make sense. I was inspired by another romance novel i read and J.K. Rowlings wonderful world. Enjoy!
Chapter 15
"Wrapped so Pretty"
It wasn't long after Draco had left that there was a knock on the door. A older man dressed in the strangest clothes, delivered groceries from the market below. Hermione thanked him, took the package and paid him for his trouble. He tilted his hat to her and vanished with a turn.
It was the diet of a thirteen-year-old boy. Several tin cans of kippers, canary cream puff, pumpkin cream-filled pastry, loads of market meat slices, cheese, buttered bread, custard tarts, milk, black pudding, some sort of breakfast cereal called little lucky leprechauns. Hermione counted one, two, three boxes of Lucky Leprechauns cereal.
By the time she could salvage a decent meal from the odd selection of Draco specialties, she was ready for bed. Hermione headed for a door that was furthest from the master bedroom.
The charming little nursery she found surprised her. Simply decorated with blue and white stripped wallpaper, it held a comfortable rocker, and white crib with matching shear canopy. In the crib there was a lovely needle woven blanket. Perhaps, it was Hermione's imagination but the craftsmanship was very much like Molly's. Along the edge she read 'Draco' stitched in elegant letters. She remembered the promise she had made to his mother. How could she let his mother trap her into making such a vow. It wouldn't matter to Draco if she failed to keep her promise. Dragging the blanket with her she sat down and rested her head against the back of an old rocker.
Draco returned a little after midnight. In the study he sat talking, the head of the young barrister hovered eerily in the roaring flames of the fireplace.
"Nothing yet, Mr. Malfoy. It seems that Hermione Granger doesn't have many skeletons in her closet. Not unless you attempt to use something against her before the fall of the You-know-who, which I strongly advise against. It seems that her personal life has been almost non-existent.
Draco frowned at the man, he couldn't imagine how some people were still afraid of Voldemort's name. "Well what does she do in her spare time?" asked Draco
"It may seem strange. But, she works. That's all"
"Any blots in her professional records?"
"No, a few problems with Spleen Helbert, the Head Healer, but that looks a lot more like professional jealousy on his part. He was as you know, one of You-know-who's most trusted allies. The High-level of Magical Scholars still seems to be pretty much a pureblood's club. And especially against witches."
Draco frowned.
"I know you wanted this handled yesterday sir, but it's going to take a while, unless you want to attract attention."
"….yes, of course. I mean no of course not" said Draco. They talked for a minute more.
"I don't mean to step out of line sir, but my team and I are working around the clock to pull out any information you may find as valuable evidence against Ms. Granger. However, I have to say that if you wish to destroy her. What I'm trying to say Mr. Malfoy is that there is simply nothing there, sir. The key to destroying Ms. Granger if that is truly what you want….the key would simply be the child."