A little spoiler: Lucius took Harry's distraction as a chance to accio his wand back to his hand and then suddenly …

A green light erupted in the room and Harry Potter, the boy who survived the Killing Curse twice, dropped to the floor, motionless.

Disclaimer: I am not and therefore never will be J.K. Rowling; and as such the story I shall post consists of my own plot, and borrowed Characters from J.K.

Chapter 7: Interference

"No, Ron's not here. Ginny's upstairs though. Why?" Harry was starting to get agitated.

"I need a favour," the blonde asked.

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"Ginny baby?" Harry's voice had a certain edge to it.

"What's wrong Harry?" Ginny's voice echoed back from the kitchen; after twelve long years of marriage she could tell by the different voices he used whether he was worried, anxious, angry, happy or any other emotion under the rainbow.

"We have a problem." The edge was still in his voice as he came to the kitchen door. "A big problem!"

"What?"

Ginny was slightly fearful since Harry seemed nervous … and nothing scared Harry anymore. He'd toughened up since that day he killed Lord Voldemort thirteen years ago, especially because he had seen so much in his day to day job as an Auror. Now, as head of the Auror Office division within the Department of Magical Law Enforcement, his experience had expanded even more.

"I've just spoke to Malfoy." Ginny's eyebrows drew together; never once since they had finished school had they spoken to Draco Malfoy. They only ever had a curt nod in public. What he said next shocked her the most. "He needs a favour."

"What do you mean?" Draco Malfoy was not one to ask Gryffindors for help. The exception would be when he'd asked Hermione to teach him a few things but Hermione had sworn Ginny to secrecy, something she hated to do to her husband.

Harry explained the whole dilemma to Ginny, her eyes widening and widening until they looked like plates. She shook her head again and again, saying two words: "Dear Merlin."

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--30 minutes later--

The whole of the Potter clan and one Weasley stood at the hearth of the fireplace, the elder two a slightly paler skin tone than usual; Harry looked at his wife and, taking a deep breath, he stepped forward.

"I'll go first to make sure the coast is clear." He grabbed a handful of floo powder, chucking it into the flames of the fire and waiting for them to change to the heatless green flames before stepping in and shouting his destination.

The remaining occupants of the room at Godric's Hallow all had varying emotions on their faces. Ginny and her daughter Lily Luna looked worried; Ginny's two sons, James Sirius and Albus Severus, both just looked glazed as they stared into the flames that had now gone back to their amber colour. The final occupant, Rose Weasley, affectionately called "Rosie" by her parents, looked anxious. She was noted to have inherited her mother's intellect and as such had managed to work out the reason they were now travelling to where they were going, and also why her Auntie and Uncle were nervous.

Truthfully she knew her parents had been in a rocky relationship since the off-set. She may have been young and naive in matters of the heart but she was far from stupid. The problem was she had held a secret back from her mother and she wasn't sure if she could face her at the moment. So she hesitated when her aunt Ginny called her into the hearth, before finally stepping forward.

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--Travelling Room at Malfoy Manor--

"I don't know why you insisted on giving that mud- that woman a tour of our home. She will be leaving as soon as she has somewhere to stay, so why bother." Lucius Malfoy was pacing the room, reprimanding his wife.

Narcissa however had a stern look not too different to the one Professor Minerva McGonagall used to give them during their time at Hogwarts, so Lucius knew his wife meant business.

"Have you truly not opened your eyes? Our son seems content for her to stay, and I have got to admit having her kind in our home isn't ideal ... but think logically about it Lucius. We fell out of standings, and you know well enough that being Pure-blood does not matter to anyone anymore; being a War hero does, and she is one. Not to mention she is smart, beautiful and caring. Would she not sit perfectly on our son's arm?"

Lucius had to admit his wife was smart (one of the many reasons he'd been happy to marry her when their betrothal was announced) and that she made some very good points. But could he truly forget what he was brought up with? To wit, that Hermione Granger's kin were beneath him in a way not dissimilar to house-elves.

Narcissa had walked over to him, stopping him mid-pace, and looked up at him, her stern face gone. The expression now settled on her features, the opposite of what it had been, could melt even his ice cold heart. She had given him the exact same one when he suggested that Draco would be better going to Durmstrang Institute rather than Hogwarts.

He had succumbed to her wishes then, but would he fall for it twice?

His thoughts were interrupted as the fireplace suddenly came alive and out stepped, dirt and dust covered, Harry Potter. Harry was knocking the dirt off his hair and pants and when he looked up he came face to face with the end of Lucius Malfoy's wand. Adjusting his glasses, Harry surveyed the room, thinking, Right home, wrong room.

"What are you doing here, Potter?" Lucius sneered, his wand trained on Harry's head.

"Malfoy ask me to come," Harry stuttered, feeling uneasy. In these circumstances he would usually have his wand.

"There are four Malfoys in this house," Lucius stated, looking towards his wife, "And this is the Malfoy home so you will give us the respect we deserve."

"Draco… Draco asked me to come," Harry's hand had strayed towards his wand, and he quickly drew it out, pointing it at Lucius, and shouting Expelliarmus! reflexively. Lucius' wand flew out of his hand and to the floor.

Narcissa's own wand had come out in the meantime. "Potter, I'll have your job for that, no warrant, attacking an innocent civilian in their own home, tut, tut." Lucius narrowed his eyes as he looked at the man who had taken and given back so much to his family.

Harry Potter had taken the Malfoys' standings away from them … but he had given them a chance to survive, instead of rotting in a prison cell, on an island in the middle of nowhere.

When the door to the room opened, startling Harry, Lucius took Harry's distraction as a chance to accio his wand back to his hand and then suddenly …

A green light erupted in the room and Harry Potter, the boy who survived the Killing Curse twice, dropped to the floor, motionless.

The room's occupants looked on as laughter filled the room, Draco walked in from the doorway towards Potter's prone body, and the laughing Albus next to him on the floor. Albus had exited the floo network much like his father had done in 1993 sliding across the floor and taking his father out; the rest of the Weasley-Potter crowd stepped out of the hearth casually brushing off the dust and dirt.

Ginny stood shaking her head at her husband and son. "Albus, make sure your father's okay, instead of just laughing." She said this with a faint smile finding it hard to keep a straight face much like James and his twin sister Lily. Rose just looked on the scene anxiously, not finding it funny in the least; and considering she would usually be the one rolling around on the floor, it was an amazing feat.

Draco rushed to Harry's side, his wand drawn when he didn't wake from Albus' nudges, and said, Aguamneti. A jet of clear, pure water streamed from the tip of his wand right onto Harry's face. His eyes suddenly popped open, as he spluttered to rid the water from his mouth.

Draco stopped the jet, and was helping Harry to his feet, when a house-elf appeared holding a towel. He handed it to Draco before disappearing just as quickly.

"Like father like son," Harry stated, ruffling Albus' hair, and shaking his own head. He turned towards Draco. "Where is she?" he asked as he took the offered towel.

Draco looked towards his mother knowing she was the last person to see her. "The Orangery," she stated before turning back to her husband who still had his wand pointed at Harry. She carefully lowered it to his side before removing it from his hand and sliding it back into his cane; then she guided him out of the room.

Draco nodded as he watched his parents leave before turning to his guest. He noted Rose was the only one not out towards the centre of the room, deciding to remain near the escape route.

"Potter, Potterette," he smirked as James stared at him in a scrutinising manner. "And you must be James." He extended his hand, making the boy squirm before Ginny nudged him forward.

"James Sirius you better shake Mr Malfoy's hand." He mumbled something under his breath. "What was that?" Ginny said in a Molly Weasley fashion.

"Nothing Mum," James sighed as he held his hand out, turning away as Draco shook it. Of the Potter's two boys James was the one least like his father; while both shared the hair of their father, James inherited Ginny's brown eyes and Albus inherited the distinct emerald eyes of his grandmother and father.

"Albus?" Draco said as he turned towards the younger boy, who nodded, unsure if he should do what his brother did. But one look at his mother told him to shake the offered hand.

Draco then turned towards the two girls. He was about to introduce himself but Lily got there first. "Lily Luna Potter." She held out her hand and said, "A pleasure, Mr. Malfoy." Draco glanced between Harry and Ginny, worried, and thought, 'She's just like Granger.' He asked, "You spend a lot of time with Hermione don't you?"

She looked confused for a moment. "Well Rose is my best friend and Hermione is my auntie and Godmother, so yeah," she responded in a know-it-all attitude.

"Too much time," he said laughing slightly. He turned towards the other girl. "And you are obviously Rose, you have the same cu- button nose as Hermione, and the curls to match." He caught himself before he said cute. 'Since when do I think Granger's nose is cute?' Ginny meanwhile gave Harry a meaningful look.

Rose nodded in acknowledgement: "Yes I'm Rose Weasley, my mother is the Mudblood Granger as you would say and I'm proud to say I look like her."

Draco was slightly taken aback Rose had a sharp tongue just like Hermione. "You should be proud your mother was and still is a great witch. You don't get where she is by looks alone." Draco missed his minor slip up, though the human notepad Ginny filed it away for later reference.

The door to the Travelling room suddenly opened and in stepped Draco Junior. Scorpius accompanied by a dark skinned boy who had slightly slanting eyes and jet black ruffled hair; both walked with an air of confidence towards the other group occupying the room.

"Scorpius, Amando I would like to introduce Harry and Ginny Potter and their children, as well as Rose Weasley."

While the Potter-Weasley boys were both wearing jeans and a t-shirt, Scorpius and Amando were dressed much like their fathers did at that age: each had a pair of black pants on, Scorpius had a light blue shirt on while Amando had a dark green almost black shirt that complemented his green eyes, similar to that of his mother.

Both boys nodded their heads in greeting. "Boys, please take James, Albus, Lily and Rose to the equestrian facilities." The pair nodded before holding their arms out for the girls to take … though they didn't.

Once they had exited Draco turned to Harry and Ginny. "She isn't aware you are coming." The 'she' obviously meant Hermione, and Ginny nodded.

"How's she holding up?" Harry asked, wrapping his arm around his wife, 'They sound like they're visiting a patient at hospital' Draco thought, laughing slightly in his head.

"She's acting tough … good old Granger, but even my mother noticed she seems to have lost her spark," he shrugged. "Other than that I've not really noticed."

They began walking through the house in silence. As they made it onto the patio area they could see the children in the distance and Hermione suddenly appeared from behind a privet hedge. Her head was slightly downcast, and she was rubbing at her eyes. When she lifted her gaze she locked with her two best friends before she shifted it to the blonde standing with them, then she shook her head at him as her friends walked down the slight slope towards her.

Draco walked after them, standing slightly to one side as Hermione hugged Harry momentarily before Ginny swept her into a bear hug that would rival Molly Weasley's best. She ignored Draco's presence completely, opting to pretend he didn't exist, concentrating on getting rid of her red eyes instead.

"Is there anywhere we can sit, and talk?" Ginny was directing the question at Draco, who was still staring at Hermione.

Ginny nudged his side breaking his thoughts, "Sorry, I zoned out… can you sit in the lounge room off the entrance hall?"

The group swiftly moved through the house to the lounge room. "I'll leave you to sort this out," Draco said once they were seated. He attempted to get Hermione's attention but she ignored him, instead turning to face the flickering fire.

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"'Mione?" Ginny asked tentatively, "Why didn't you come to us?"

"Yeah… why did you go to the ferret?" Harry chipped in; Ginny slapped his arm for his inconsiderate wording.

After a few minutes Hermione answered still looking into the flames. "I didn't want to ruin your special night." She paused. "And I didn't seek Malfoy out Harry … he just kind of found me."

"I would like to say on behalf of my brother, I'm sorry, maybe you two need to sit and talk about this. You know… sort things o-" Ginny stopped as she saw Hermione shaking her head.

"I can't Ginny. Not anymore. It hurts too much." She sniffed lightly, willing the tears to stay back. "If he wants to be with Lavender Brown then so be it … I won't stand in his way."

"So what are you going to do?" Harry asked quietly.

Hermione finally turned from the flames staring at her two best friends. "I'm going to move into my parents' old house, and I'm going to contact the ministry tomorrow about a divorce." She smiled sadly as she looked from Harry to Ginny, adding. "I wish it could have been different, for Rosie's sake. If it had happened once I could have lived with it, but not this."

"He's done it more than once?" Ginny asked, confused.

Hermione nodded, "I've never caught them like I did yesterday but they usually are in some state of undress," she wiped at her eyes. "That's probably why he's not been to see you … he probably thinks I just needed time to cool down and will be back later, like I usually do."

"Oh." Ginny stood from her seat, walking over to Hermione and enveloping her in another hug. "I wish it was different," Ginny said as she stroked the hair out of Hermione's eyes in a motherly way. Hermione could just manage a nod as she sniffed again, as the tears starting coming like water down Niagara Falls. Harry soon moved over wrapping his arms around Hermione too, sheltering her from the harshness of reality.

When Hermione had calmed down some twenty minutes later, Ginny, being the sister of George; owner of Weasley Wizard Wheezes, tried to make a little joke to lighten the mood, "Think my brother is in need of the Bat Bogey Hex?"

Hermione chuckled slightly, "I already shot a stinging hex at him, right where it hurts." Harry recoiled slightly; knowing what Hermione's stinging hexes could do to his face, imagining that same pain on the genitals made him pale considerably.

The small group of friends continued talking for another two hours. Hermione told them exactly what had happened, and Ginny laid out what she was going to do to him before she and Harry bid her goodbye.

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Harry and Ginny had reluctantly left Hermione sitting and watching the fireplace in the lounge while they went in search of their children. As they walked out of the French doors from the dining room they found Draco sitting at a table on the patio, staring off into the gardens.

"Malfoy?" Ginny asked as she stepped out, his head snapped up to look at her. He tilted his head up to show he was listening. "I just wanted to say … thank you."

"Whatever it's for, you're welcome," and he turned back to the garden.

Ginny made her way to the table where he sat. "You know … with Hermione, I'm glad someone was there for her."

Draco nodded.

"She told us that you invited her back here so she had somewhere to stay, and allowed her to tell you her story, get it off her chest so to speak." Ginny paused momentarily. "So … thank you."

Ginny turned her attention back to her husband, giving him a stern look. He sighed, "Yeah, Ginny's right Malfoy." He extended his hand out to the blonde. "Thanks." Draco eyed them both carefully before accepting the offered hand.

"Is there any chance you can take us to check on the kids? Make sure they haven't killed each other yet?" Draco smirked as he stood and began walking towards the equestrian paddock.

"May I ask why you sent the children off to a paddock?" Harry asked as they got closer.

Draco chuckled, "This isn't just any paddock, Potter." He paused before adding smugly, "This is a Quidditch field." He opened the door, revealing his pride and joy.

While most Muggle men's pride and joy is their cars, Wizarding men take pride in the things they have that no others have, Draco's being his Quidditch Pitch.

"Dear Merlin!" Ginny exclaimed covering her mouth with her hands. "It's huge." She was officially awe struck and that took a lot considering she had spent years travelling to all different stadiums and training grounds as a Quidditch Reporter for the Prophet, and Witch Weekly.

High in the air, the four boys could be seen flying around, one at a goal and the others flying at him, tossing the Quaffle from one to the other. The two girls were sitting off along one side on a bench, talking animatedly with each other and not even watching the boys fly around.

"It's good isn't it?" Draco stated smugly. "It's fitted with safety spells so if you fall off your broom a net will catch you." He located his son in the air, "Scorpius, you're blind siding," meaning that he was turned further away so one side of his body created more of a blind spot than the other. Scorpius corrected himself and headed for the goal one-two-one-ing with Amando before scoring a stunner in the lowest goal to where he was.

"Thanks!" Scorpius' voice shouted back. The girls suddenly concentrated on the game now that the parents were there.

"Is that Albus?" Draco asked, turning to the boy's parents while pointing to the Goalkeeper. Ginny nodded. "Albus? You're not central to the goal posts; it'll be easier to stop them if you are." Albus quickly followed Scorpius' lead of listening to Draco and when James' throw travelled towards the top right goal he was able to stop it.

The boys stopped playing as they saw Draco signal them down. "You should coach," Ginny observed, as the boys touched down.

Draco smirked, "I might do when I retire from playing, and if Malfoy and Son fairs well without too much interference."

Ginny nodded, "I'll gladly give you an interview if you want, and you could even hold classes here through the summer."

"I'll think about it," Draco answered before turning to the children. "You're all welcome to stay as long as you want, but that's up to you," he said as he turned to Harry and Ginny. "Should you need to use the floo network, and you can't find me, just call Miffy and ask her to take you to the Travelling room … You're all welcome to stay for Sunday Roast; I'm sure we can accommodate. You can have a look around the grounds at your leisure. I've got some planning to do with my father."

"Where's my mum?" Rose spoke for the first time.

"She's in the house …" Ginny answered running her hands over Rose's hair.

"Can I see her?"

"I'm not sure if that's the best thing."

"Is it about my dad?"

Harry looked to his wife. "Erm, no…"

"She knows, Harry, or at least she thought something was wrong. Didn't you Rose?" Draco declared from the side.

"I … I don't know what you're talking about."

Draco watched as she scrunched up her nose, not looking him in the eyes.

"You're definitely your mother's daughter," he said before adding, "I'll take you to see her, so you can explain to her yourself." Rose looked confused glancing between Draco and her Aunt and Uncle. "So, are you staying?" he directed at the others.

"Well we're due to see Fleur and Bill tonight, though we appreciate the offer, and if anything happens, you let us know straight away," Ginny warned as they began leaving the Quidditch house, Scorpius and Amando staying behind.

"I will do."

The group re-entered the house, walking to the room where they'd left Hermione, to find she wasn't there.

"Where could she have gone?"

"Probably her room; I'll go check." Draco ran off upstairs to find her, but when he came back down he had a look of confusion on his face. "She's not there." He began wondering if she had left. "Miffy?" The house-elf suddenly appeared. "Have you seen our guest?"

"Yes, Master Draco, Miss was upstairs earlier."

"Where?"

"She was going to the third floor when Miffy was cleaning Master's office," Miffy answered timidly.

Draco heaved a sigh of relief. "She's in the library?" he chuckled. "Thank you, Miffy, that's all I needed." The house-elf smiled before dis-apparating with a pop.

After Rose and Draco had said good-bye to the Potters, Draco took her upstairs. The pair remained quiet as they walked, and Draco gently knocked before entering the library. Books stacked high and wide adorned the walls, with rows and rows of shelves housing more and more books. Windows strategically placed along the wall allowed readers natural light if they wanted it and seating allowed for a place to rest. They found Hermione in the back corner, sniffing softly, sitting on the window sill looking over the vast gardens at the back of the manor.

"Hermione?" Draco said as he came towards her.

"What now Malfoy?" She shook her head, as she remained looking out of the window.

"Mum?" Rose asked softly.

"Rosie?" Hermione asked as she looked around, opening her arms for her only child to walk into. "Oh, Rosie!" Hermione sighed as she kissed her daughter's head, wiping the tears from her eyes as she did so. "What are you doing here?"

"I wanted to speak to you. I kno-" Rose stopped, seeing that Draco still stood nearby.

"Can we have a few minutes on our own?" Hermione asked, noticing her daughter's reluctance to speak in front of a man she hardly knew.

Draco nodded, and walked out of the room.

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"I know about dad. When we were getting ready to leave for Nana's I heard him talking to Herrol, and he mentioned where the owl was to deliver the message to. I knew what he was sending it there for, that's why I told you to hurry back. I'm sorry I didn't tell you, mum, I just didn't know how." Rose looked to Hermione as if seeking redemption for what she had done, but her mum just smiled sadly.

"I know Rosie … it's alright." She hugged Rose to her. "But this time it's serious," she continued, pulling back slightly from Rose. "This time I'm not sure I can go back… I don't want to have to make you choose between us, but I know I won't be returning, so it's up to you who you stay with, me or your dad."

Hermione glanced out of the window to see Draco laughing at someone in the distance before Scorpius ran along laughing also, followed by Amando, who was soaking wet, and her chest tightened. Before delving into where that feeling had come from she got back to the task at hand.

"I'll give you time to think it over, but for tonight we're staying here; then first thing tomorrow we're moving into my parents old place, the one you used to love, near the park."

Mother and Daughter spent the next few hours enjoying each others company, as well as the numerous books in the library.

Much like her mother, Rose had got an early start on all her books for class, having read over them three times already, and was now on her fourth read of "Hogwarts A History". Her mother knew the book so well that Rose could quote a line and Hermione would know what chapter and sub-chapter it came from.

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--Meal Time- At Malfoy Manor--

After Miffy had popped in to tell Hermione and Rose when dinner would be served, the two of them decided they had done enough exploring of the library. Miffy showed Rose to the room next to Hermione's and they each got showered and ready. Rose had been a bit picky over what she was wearing when Hermione said she should wear a dress, grumbling something along the lines of I never usually have to wear a dress; though as soon as she had seen the array of colours she looked as if she had died and gone to heaven.

Coincidentally, mother and daughter had each chosen a burgundy colour dress. While Hermione's was a v-neck, knee length dress; Rose's was a scoop neck mid-calf length dress, and each had a pair of red tinged shoes to match, Rose's opting for the flatter of the two.

When they entered the room it was to find all of the Malfoys present as well as Amando; Lucius sat at the head with Narcissa on his right, and Draco on his left; Scorpius and Amando were next to Draco. So Hermione and Rose sat in the two seats next to Narcissa, food appearing as soon as they sat down: Beef Roast, roast potatoes, cooked vegetables, stuffing, gravy and Yorkshire puddings.

Conversation flowed easier than the previous day, and Lucius made an effort to not isolate Hermione or Rose, he even went as far to ask Hermione exactly what she did in her job at the Ministry.

"I'm deputy head of the Department of Law Enforcement, so I basically control each of the sections when the Head is away, I hold meetings and assign the teams based on their experiences and expertise to assignments. I'm also on the Wizengamot which takes up quite a lot of my time."

Lucius nodded his head, quite impressed that she had managed to get so high up in the department considering her background. "I heard a rumour from an associate that the head of department was retiring in a few years, so where do you see yourself at that time?"

Hermione shrugged, as she finished her mouthful of Yorkshire pudding, "Hopefully if I do my job well I should be a candidate for the post."

Lucius nodded again, going quiet, he was once again impressed by her goals and her potential.

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--10 o'clock, that night--

Draco was walking up the stairs from the basement, in search of Hermione, but unsure if she had fallen asleep already. When he reached her room and knocked, he found no answer and so opened the door. He was met with no light as it opened, except for the moonlight shifting in through the open curtains and onto the bed spread. Peering closely, Draco realised Hermione wasn't in the bed but the sheets were slightly ruffled as if she had been sleeping there.

Biting on his bottom lip Draco tried thinking where she could possibly be, when he remembered that she tended to read in order to get herself off to sleep. Deciding to check the library, he deftly made his way up the staircase to the top floor and entered the library. He found her in the same corner she had occupied earlier, leant over a book using a small lantern as her source of light.

"You'll get a headache trying to read in this light," he said, causing her to snap her head up, and he smirked slightly.

"I'm used to … well … you know what they say: Once a book-worm always a book-worm," and she turned back to the book.

"What are you reading?"

"Pride and Prejudice," she stated. "But I doubt you came here to ask what book I was reading," she observed, closing the book on her index finger as a mark to the page she was on, before placing it in her lap.

"Well, no…" he conceded rubbing at his neck, "I came to give you this." He pulled out a small vial containing a purple-coloured liquid.

"A Dreamless sleep potion?"

"Yeah, I thought it was the least I could do. Listen about this morning-" Hermione cut him off.

"It's alright Malfoy, I over reacted."

"You didn't …" he insisted, "I shouldn't have initiated it and put you into an awkward place." He looked towards his shoes.

"Maybe we both initiated it, gave off signals," she shrugged, and when she looked up Draco still wasn't looking at her. "What did you mean this morning? You said you don't 'see me like that.' Like what?" she asked sincerely, remembering his words from earlier.

Still he didn't look at her, choosing instead to pass her the potion, and turn to leave. "Draco?" He ignored her. "Draco, look at me and answer." He continued towards the door, and she jumped off the window sill to catch him.

She caught him at the end of that row of books. "Draco? What did you mean?"

"Please don't make me say it," he asked, steadfastly looking the other way.

Hermione walked around him so she was in front of him, looking up into his stormy grey eyes from her smaller height. "Say what?" He shook his head. "Say what?" she asked again.

"An object of sexual adventure!" he shouted at her. "A one-time lay, and a simple kiss and tell."

Hermione looked shocked at his outburst, "You… you…" She was at a loss for words. "What do you mean?"

"That I'm attracted to you," he stated bluntly. "Having you under me this morning was … exciting." He smirked as she blushed. "I could have quite happily taken you then and there, you looked delightful. I had attempted to leave before I did something rash, but you reacted in the most delicious way, and when you reciprocated the kiss I assumed you wanted it too, but I know you didn't now. So as far as I'm aware, nothing happened, the comment was made so you didn't think I wanted to know you just for that."

He looked towards her, noting her blush just visible in the light cast from the lantern. "So I hope we can continue to be friends," he finished, still holding her gaze. She nodded slowly, and Draco turned to leave.

"Erm, Draco?" He turned back. "Pride and Prejudice is about two people who hated each other because they were opposites. They unwittingly fall in love, but both were too proud to admit it; they almost let their own pride and prejudices come between them."

"What happens in the end?" he asked when she didn't continue.

"Love out-wins them both." Hermione looked at Draco curiously as his smirk found its way onto his face.

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