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.
Previously:
"Let me guess, you know French?" she nodded and Blaise let out a hollow chuckle, "Draco would die if he knew you spoke it to." Hermione never got to ask what the dark-skinned man meant as the lift stopped on Level Six: Department of Magical Transportation and he stepped out bidding Hermione a good day.
Chapter 10: Bloody Proof- Part II
Once Hermione finally reached the level she required she glanced at her watch- thirty minutes early, she sighed and once she had made her attendance known sat in the waiting room, picking up one of the magical magazines there she began reading.
Her meeting with the Minister for marriages was a rather heated exchange of words to put it lightly and all Hermione wanted to do as she left was curl up on her office couch with a good book, a few chocolates or fifty never to be heard from again. As it was she had already accumulated one blemish of a day off on her otherwise perfect attendance record and as such needed to work through the stacks of papers that would have somehow found their way onto her desk.
Stepping out of the lift onto the second floor she nodded a greeting to Lucy the receptionist who was sat talking to someone at the desk before walking towards her office navigating through the throngs of people along the way her head lowered. Rounding the second corner the hairs on the back of her neck stood up as she felt the familiar feeling as if someone was watching her, turning around she saw nobody approaching and picked up her speed that little bit more.
If one thing the War had taught her it was to be vigilant- if it felt as if you were being watched you more than likely were.
She felt the exact same feeling seconds before her name was called out, by a rather familiar masculine voice, but as her head swivelled around to face the person her body continued to walk a slight delay on her part. Most people would have just come to a stop once their bodies caught up but Hermione's rather awful start to the day just got worse, that momentarily lapse between her head and her legs caused her to firstly miss the canary yellow warning sign and secondly the large water trail beyond the sign. A second feminine voice sounded out as it called her name but it was too late Hermione's footing soon found itself sliding before she dropped to the floor.
The last thing Hermione remembered was the sucking in of breath around her and a sharp pain from a blow to her head.
----------
Hermione slowly started to become conscious again, she was acutely aware of the slight pressure on her feet as warm hands gently kneaded them, a few seconds seemed to pass before a hand grasped her hand followed by muffled voices. A sudden smell caught her attention- a flowery overpowering fragrance in a rather potent dose. When the thumb of the warm hand began circling intricate patterns in an intimate way- she remembered where she knew that smell.
It was the smell he often came home reeking of.
"Ron?"
----------
"No it's me- Draco" he whispered.
"You've been to see her again" she shouted suddenly.
Draco looked around confused, "Hermione it's me-" he touched her arm but she jerked it out of the way.
"You said you weren't seeing her anymore… you lied" a single tear formed in her the corner of her eye.
Draco gently shook her, "Hermione it's me Draco" her eyes suddenly opened fully, and Draco visibly relaxed. "Could you get a small vial of Calming Draught?" he directed at Elizabeth who hurried off.
"Malfoy?" Hermione asked quietly, "What are you doing here?"
He smiled a rare genuine smile, "I came to see you, are you okay?"
She nodded as she attempted to sit up, Draco immediately tried to help, but she simply stated that she could do it herself.
"How did your meeting with the Minister go?"
Hermione closed her eyes, rubbing at the back of her head, wincing when she nudged the slowly forming bruise. "Not good… Actually it was rather bad."
----------
--The meeting with the Minister for Marriages--
Hermione flicked over yet another page of the magazine and was greeted with a rather large headline and full page spread of the magazine's annual "Bachelor of the Year" competition. The main picture showed Malfoy holding a sabre in one hand as a crown was placed on his head from his win the previous year, his infamous smirk plastered on his face.
The accompanying article outlined each of the runners for the year some of which were in their late eighties. When Hermione skimmed to see who the writer of the article was she was unsurprised to read the name Pansy Zabini signed elegantly at the base. As she turned the page she sucked in a large breath as she was greeted by a double page spread about just Malfoy, once again the reporter was Pansy but unlike the previous page she decided to read the article.
"… Draco Malfoy is best known for being the son of famous Death Eater Lucius Malfoy and Narcissa Malfoy née Black one of the last of the Black Family line. He is also acknowledged as a leading Quidditch player and the heir to the whole Malfoy estate and a former Prince of Slytherin at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, but what of the man behind all these titles? Many have attempted to get behind the cool exterior he extends to most but only a select few have seen the real Draco Malfoy- the caring single-father. Since the death of his wife last year Draco Malfoy he has struggled and revelled in the ability for him to exercise his fatherly nature, seen on a regular basis in the past months he has been spotted constantly with his son in and around Wizarding Britain and abroad."
The first paragraph was separated from the next by a moving photo of Draco and Scorpius walking down Diagon Alley followed by fans as Draco occasionally signed autographs as he walked along.
"…Draco holds the traits of any other Malfoy Heir and along with the title comes the pressures of finding a wife suitable to rise to the challenge of being the next Lady Malfoy. Though that shoe will be hard to fill as the current Lady Malfoy is the epitome of a person of that title. Draco has and always will be- loyal to those he loves, and this article will focus on the Draco Malfoy behind closed doors."
"His world revolves around his son: Scorpius who is set to attend Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry in September. Draco's main priority has always been his family and since the death of his wife Astoria that has been no different. At home Draco…"
Hermione was stopped reading mid-sentence as someone called her name, looking up she saw the red-headed Minister for Marriages stood at her office door, tapping her foot- a sign of impatience. Placing the magazine down she made a mental note to read the rest of the article, curious of what it would say about the blonde, before she stood and walked into the office followed by the slightly short, plump woman. In many ways the older woman reminded Hermione of Mrs Weasley- the same red headed style of hair, same short plump figure though this woman was slightly shorter than her Weasley look-a-like.
--30 Minutes into the meeting--
"So you're telling me I can't just come and ask for a divorce... I need proof?"
A/N: Uhhh a cliffy, oh how I love thee.
Guys and girls that was yet another chapter of Enough, sorry it's short but hey it's up. I'm trying to balance my university work, writing and my social life, and so far writing is taking a back seat.
Please review, and thank you to those that did so last chapter, my aim is to get 100 reviews soon. :)
Scorpio219 x.x.