Clash In the Aftermath

Harry Potter Story

Chapter 4

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The air was eerily quiet around them as Draco's words were processing through his mother's head.

As soon as his mate's name left his mouth, Narcissa Malfoy, had gone pale, even more so than her usual porcelain complexion, but his view of the older woman left as green flames rose around the petite woman and brought her home.

Draco had just waited but a moment longer, before he too followed his mother home. Narcissa's face was just as shocked and stony as when Draco had first blurted out his mate's name. Granted he realized he could have broken the news to his mother with a tad more decorum, but a part of him was still just as perplexed as the woman before him.

"This is, quite unexpected. Are you quite sure of this Draco?"

The woman it appeared had finally regained her bearings and stared her only son down; obviously awaiting an answer.

"There's not doubt in my mind, mother. Hermione Granger was meant to be mine."

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Hermione sneezed rather loudly as Ron looked at her across from the garden. "You alright? Coming down with a cold Mum won't leave you alone." he warned her gently

The curly haired witch shook her head in the negative before giving him a tentative smile in return, "I'm sure someone is just talking about me that's all."

Hermione plucked up a gnome and threw him at Ron who sent the ginger a rather explicit word in retaliation of being thrown. Hermione threw her head back and laughed at him before continuing to degnome the garden. She was fairly excited, Harry would be joining them later that night.

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Hermione was not excited to see her best friend as she'd originally hoped.

"Harry I can't believe you didn't get expelled!"

Though her tone was a bit harsh Harry could see the laughter in her eyes at the thought of revenge against his awful muggle relatives.

"Minister Fudge said not to worry about it, just a case of emotional accidental magic. Nothing a little deflatation jinx won't fix."

Ron actually guffawed at his words.

"So what have you two been up to since it took me just now to meet up with everyone."

Hermione blushed as she remembered not for the first time Draco Malfoy's words. "I've noticed exactly how much of a girl you are."

Hermione was no fool. The pureblood was definitely flirting with her. She just couldn't grasp the reason as to why. He was absolutely horrid to her the previous year, even going so far as to call her a mudblood. Despite his awful personality she would be blind to not notice he appeared to have hit puberty early, he had clearly grown taller over a head taller than she herself was and his nose wasn't so pointed anymore, in fact they fit the sharp edges of his cheekbones perfectly. And Merlin was he fit, no doubt thanks to quidditch.

"Hermione! Are you alright you zoned out there a bit?"

Harry's worried gaze behind his glasses broke her out of her inner monologue.

"Sorry there was just this boy-"

Both Harry and Ron groaned as they realized she had been thinking of someone who had obviously flirted with her.

For a moment she had to remind herself that Ron and Harry were 12 years old apparently not interested in finding a witch of their own to snog yet.

"Sorry, forgot you two were boys for a moment."

Harry awkwardly rubbed the back of his head and Ron looked affronted at the idea of being anything but a full wizard boy.

Hermione just smiled as she hugged the two around their necks.

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Draco sighed as he once more felt the uncomfortable tugging on his magic.

When he'd seen Hermione at the Leaky Cauldron from afar the cause of the tightening he was feeling finally made itself apparent to him.

His Veela side did not like her touching other men, even boys.

He told his mother of his findings and she confirmed that perhaps his Veela magic would always feel that way until such a time came where he could claim the muggleborn.

'Claim the muggleborn. Claim Hermione.'

Draco blushed at the thought of doing that, with his hopefully soon to be ex-arch nemesis.

"Have you thought of anything to tell father?"

Changing the subject, it was safer than to think of the slightly older girl and what they would one day do together.

Narcissa knew that it was to get the subject off of himself and that girl, but he did deserve an answer, "It has yet to be seen what your father shall benefit from knowing."

Truthfully the once Black Heiress truly loved her husband, she had since she was Draco's age yet even she didn't know how Lucius would take the news of Draco's Veela heritage.

"I shall test the waters with your father once you leave for school." she decided on at last and was relieved when Draco accepted her answer.

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Hermione looked up and her chocolate orbs met Molten silver for the umpteenth time since term started.

He wasn't being his normal pompous self. He seemed as if he was always on the verge of approaching but never had the gall to speak with her.

It was no wonder the blonde wasn't sorted into Gryffindor.

He was different though, his nonchalance towards her was a surprised but welcome change.

It absolutely infuriated her because she couldn't for the life of her figure out why.