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Chapter 40

"Wrapped so Pretty"

For his part, Petur was transparently anxious to change the subject. "I'm sorry about zat night in the hotél. I thought you were another groupie; I didn't know you two were together."

"That's all right." she said her hand turning a bit shaky. She suppose it was her turn to go under scrutiny for a while.

"Vhy keep the relationship a secret? Is it the vay thing `r done in London. It is very veird because Emelie and I are very open all ze time."

Now, for the first time she wondered about the other players Tupper, Puddlemere and Pulanski. The one's who had arranged her birthday night surprise with Draco. What had they made of all this? And more importantly, had they kept their mouths shut.

She decided to probe a bit. "A few people knew we were seeing each other"

"Guys on the team?"

"Yes, a few"

"I don't think so, no one knew." said Petur "It was like one day you two just got married."

So the guys hadn't talked. She was glad her dirty little secret was safe, at least for the sake of her baby.

"Everyone says you `r not his type. And they talk of old stories of how the two of you fought on different side before the great war of Voldemort. Vhy the sudden change if you knew his past."

"Maybe you don't know Draco as well as you think."

"Maybe I don't."

After a while of waiting Petur came to the conculsion that Emelie must be giving Mrs. Malfoy her grand ole tour of the place and its many wine cellars.

He entertained her with more funny stories of Draco. A Draco she didn't have the pleasure of knowing before his special night with her. Most of the tales were risqué.

The fact that her husband was the eye catch of so many witches should have upset her, but it didn't. She knew Draco was always very precautious when it came to anyone he allowed into his life and as a result he often sealed himself off from the rest of the world.

And although there were loads of reason why she shouldn't, she couldn't help but like Petur Krum.

"I have a question for your Hermione."

"Alright."

"It is true what they say, about you and `arry Potter. Did you really do all those things.

She couldn't help but smile in reply.

"Vow that is amazing, and it is also true you a muggle born witch?

"Yes that part is true as well."

"Vow!I don't believe it. I don't care if you are not a pureblood." his lips tighten into a stubborn line. "Some people might care about zat stuff, but it doesn't mean anything to me, and I hope Draco knows vat a vonderful person you are. You are good for him."

"Well thank you Petur. It feels good to hear that."

"You are velcome….." he said. Slightly parting his lips hesitating his next word. "I have something for you."

He moved over into the next seat beside hers and grasped her hand into his. He with drew his wand before Hermione could understand what he was doing. "He was very drunk the night he lost this. He vas also not himself."

There was a warm glow from the tip of Petur wand. Hermione looked down and saw her wedding band safely around her finger. Tears immediately lined her eyes.

"Oh -oh Petur I really don't think -"

"Just give it some thought Hermione and promise me something, If you and Dunghead do end things, promise me zat you vill send me an owl and let me know. I'll let the others -."

A deep, and belligerent voice cut him off. Hermione's head snapped up in time to a drunken Draco Malfoy charging into the room, stumbling into chairs, he collided into a table, knocking its flowers arrangement onto the floor. "Well now, what have we here."

Stumbling towards them he looked like a blast-ended skrewt about to erupt. She half expected to see ribbons of steam and flames shooting from his nostrils. She tried to pull away from Petur's hand but naturally he held her fast.

"Vell if it is the peabrain. Back from the grave —non! Me and Hermione was just having a little chatsy. Pull up a chair and join us."

The powerfully strong smell of liquor filled the room the closer he got.

Draco ignored Petur and gave Hermione a glare with enough power to blast a unicorn for the Dark Forest. "Let's go." he ordered.

"I'm not going anywhere with you like that, besides I'm not finish with my breakfast." She said and released Petur's hand.

"Oh yes you are finished." He snatched the plate from under her and dumped what was left of it on Petur's plate, and roughly jerked Hermione's arm. Her eyes widen. Boy was he completely toasted she thought to herself. Her spirits rose several more notches, even as she tried to decide how to handle this jealous drunken fool. Should she make a scene in public or in private? Petur took the decision out of her contol by springing to his feet.

"You drunk bastard! Don't talk to her like that!"

A fist flew, and the next thing she knew, Petur was lying on the floor.

She jumped up and rushed to him. "Petur, are you alright?" she glared up at her husband. "Have you gone mental Draco!"

"Aaaa. . .He's a bloody pansy, I barely touched him." mumbled Draco " I hope you came with your wand pretty boy."