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chapter eight -=-=-=- Meet the Parents

Hermione silently followed the platinum blonde in front of her, she so badly needed to know what was in that letter, that as soon as he had shouted at pansy she had left, Hermione knew he would storm out, it was in his nature. Hermione followed Draco all the way to the lake, where he stopped and turned around.

"What did the letter say?" She asked. One look at his eyes and she added, "You don't have to tell me you know, if you don't want to."

"No, I do. They want to meet you. Father seems to be under the impression hat he can scare you away, but mother, mother will be worse; she's always wanted a daughter that she could teach the pureblood ways to. Not the same ways my father did, my mother just means the high society way of life. Being muggleborn like you are, she already likes you." Hermione scoffed at that, which made Draco spin round faster than a bolt of lightning.

"I've never told anyone this before Draco, not even Harry and Ginny know. In the muggle world, my family are the muggle equivalent of a pureblood. I may be filth to you, but where I come from, I'm third in line for the throne. Literally, my older brother married a princess, and if the prince or my brother fail to produce an heir, I'll rule muggle England." Draco looked absolutely shocked.

"I thought your parents were dentists." was all he could say.

"They are, just decided to keep working, I guess." Hermione shrugged like it was no big deal, but the truth was, it was a big deal.

We have to be round at the manor tomorrow at lunch, father already cleared it with Mcgonnagal. Can you get some clothes eftting royalty by then?"

"Yup, I just need to floo to Diagon Alley then I can apparate to my brothers castle in Cambridge and speak to the princess she's the same sixe as me, and is a witch herself, a muggle born like me." Hermione spoke about it as if being royalty happened to everyone. "Lets go back to the castle, I vote we give Parkinson a show!"

Devious Hermione was a bit of a turn on, especially in this modified uniform.

Draco had charmed the shirt so that it always showed a bit of cleavage, and was finding it hard to resist the temptation. Damn hormones.

Hermione was looking at Draco, he seemed to be looking anywhere but her, and being the smartest witch of her age she knew why. She also wanted to see how much restraint he had, after all, she herself knew she was slowly starting to fall for him, the question was, Did he feel the same.

Hermione got out her wand and made it rain around the lake, a solid rainstorm that soaked her shirt in seconds, revealing her black bra. "Draco, we should go in." She said through the sound of the pelting droplets.

"Nah, I'm going to stay out here a bit longer!" he whispered back to her. Hermione promptly sat down next to him and uttered a charm that caused the rain to bypass them, not wanting Draco to now she summoned the rain.

"You'll freeze out here, Draco."

"I owe Potter, a lot, but I can't get close enough when Weasel-bee's around. Weasley just says 'shove off Malfoy and go kill some more muggles you stupid death eater'. I just want to thank him. He saved my mother and my father from Azkaban. He didn't need to do it but he did anyway, and to be honest, if our places were reversed, I'd have done the same for him. The war changed me, Hermione. I changed all of us. Ron turned into a twat, you find out that you're as devious and cunning as a Slytherin, and me, I learnt how to trust. I trusted the people at the hearing to do what was right, whether or not it meant my family went to Azkaban, and it turned out fine, I trusted you enough not to think you were going to kill me last night. And I trust my family enough not to kill you tomorrow. Father changed the most, he wanted power before, now he wants what's best for me and mother, I trust you enough not o go spouting your mouth off about what I'm telling you." He shot her a look that said you spill, I spill, and it was accompanied by his famous smirk.

Hermione quickly pulled Draco into a fierce hug, while whispering, I won't. She didn't even pay any attention to the fact that her shirt was soaked and her breasts were pressed against Draco's face. But he did...

Draco, control yourself, you are a pureblood, she's a mudblood.

Yeah, a mudblood who just so happens to be muggle royalty...

You could have some fun with this.

Draco suddenly heard a rustling coming from behind Hermione, and felt her wiggle to make it look like they were doing the tango for two. Draco began fumbling with her shirt, for which she was thankful for, it itched like crazy.

Lavender watched the couple, Ron had disappeared after dinner, where to, she didn't know, but was sure the now purple haired girl by the lake knew, that was, if the guy she was with wasn't her Wonwon. She crept round the side to see who was with Hermione.

The boy murmured something, and Hermione moaned out "Ron. "That was all she needed. Lavender stormed back up to the castle, intent on humiliating Hermione and winning back her Wonwon.

"Lights, camera, action." Draco muttered

Hermione moaned "Ron." The fact that she moaned it was not lost on Draco, in fact he found it to be quite a turn on. They soon heard retreating footsteps and, though the smell of her lavender perfume lingered, they knew she had left.

"Lets go to bed, remember, I was with you the whole time and Ron must be cheating on Lavender with someone else."

"How do you know it's her?"

"I could smell that god awful perfume she uses a mile away Draco.

The next morning, Hermione went to the Headmistresses office to floo to Diagon Alley so she could get some Malfoy worthy clothes.

"Hello professor." Hermione said as she walked to the fireplace and shouted Diagon Alley.

Draco was packing for his weekend at the manor. He was nearly finished, but something was nagging at the back of his mind. Something bad was going to happen, and soon.


"Hermione, little sis! What brings you round these parts?" Henry, Hermione's older brother sauntered into the foyer. "You should have told us you were coming, we'd have made dinner, even though I'm not allowed in the kitchen."

"Hermione, such short notice, I needn't ask you how you got here, at least not right now. What can I do for you?"

"Two words. Malfoy Manor."

"Right. This way. Henry, could you leave us for a minute. Girl talk." Carise said while ushering Hermione towards the master bedroom.

"Still haven't told him, huh?"

"Like he'd believe me!" Carise scoffed. "Let me guess Slytherin green?"

"I need green, silver and black, something the Malfoys would like and an emergency etiquette lesson. You got a flew network?"

"Study, where ya headed after this?"

"Hogwarts, Draco is apparating us to the manor for the weekend. His parents want to meet me." Hermione said bluntly.

"So, Draco Malfoy huh? What ever could have possessed you to date him? you told me you hated him."

"Revenge, That dress is nice? It has all the colours Draco will like, and his family wont disapprove of it, I like the silver ribbon tying the corset together."

"It's the style the Malfoys will like. Here are some more they'll like, there's one in red and gold and black, for your house. Take them I'll owl you if I need any of them back OK?"

"Great, Thanks Carise!" Hermione got her bag, the one with the Undetectable Extension charm on it, and put the dresses inside, thanked Carise and went to the study. Walking into the fireplace, she yelled the name of her school and disappeared in a shot of green flames.

Draco met Hermione in the great hall for lunch, Where Lavender decided to act like a real bitch and glare at Hermione. After about half an hour, Draco came to get Hermione, saying that they had to leave soon because his parents were waiting.

After apparating to the outside of Malfoy Manor, Draco began disarming the charms that protected the great house. It took the couple ten whole minutes to walk down the long drive. As soon as they reached the door, it seemed to open of its own accord.

"Miss Granger," a familiar voice said. "So nice to properly meet the girl that has captured my only sons heart."