Hello everyone :) I hope that everyone had a lovely Easter – with lots of chocolate :) I asked my mother to buy me a Percy Pig Easter egg from Marks and Spencer's – and he only lived to see the world for two days. For anyone who doesn't know – percy pig is like a brand and I know that the chocolate is like pink and what not, but they only sell them once every year and they are so cute. I would have kept him if my resolve was stronger, but alas it was not.
What kind of easter eggs did you guys get?
Also, on the topic of chocolate, I have realised that – despite my love for them – I only ever eat Cadburys Cream eggs at Easter time.
Not that you all really care!
Now, I never really thought about it, but is this because they don't sell them the rest of the year? Or they do but you just never have the craving until Easter.
It has also continued to snow in London – at least where I live. Come on spring time. There is a dress I want to wear – and open toed wedges but I can't because it is too cold, and I don't want frost bite!
I am sorry if I bored you to tears, if you read this – I am sorry you had to sit through it!
Two weeks passed since the night that has now been termed –rather ungratefully in my opinion as they were all rooting for me – the night that 'Hermione Blew Up'. Oh joy, I have a day named after me.
It also doesn't help that when the people who were there that night walk past me with their hands held up in front of them as if I am some sort of dangerous time bomb just ready to explode. One more fucking fake placating gesture and I really will explode.
As I think back over the last few weeks, I smile.
Draco finally decided to assert himself and request my help with the sanctuary once more. And sitting here at Draco's study desk, working from home, I couldn't happier. I have something to spend my time on, an amazing relationship and friends – that when, not being pricks, are actually fantastic.
It has been a good few months now since something has gone awry. And you know what they say... if everything is going too well, someone if hiding something. Well, I don't know if I just made that up, but it should be a rule if it is not already.
"Hey, Hermione?" Draco asks, looking up from his position on the sofa, a large volume of some subject or another resting on his chest and his head resting on his left arm like a pillow. "Are you ready to take a break yet, dear?" he kicks his feet off the sofa and stands. I take a long moment to admire him.
Baggy dark denim jeans, the lack of a belt creates the sort of apprehension and suspense of not knowing if they are going to slip from him slim hips – personally I am hoping that they do, I am still a female after all and would really like to witness what he is hiding down there (Don't you dare lie to yourselves here! If I am certain of one thing, it is that everyone is terribly anxious to discover the kind of heat Draco Malfoy is packing!) – and show the hint of blue boxers, covered by a navy over shirt which sticks out from underneath the white pull over.
"Yes a break sounds good," I drag myself from my full frontal staring and stand, shimmying my skirt back down my legs as I do so; seen as they all have a tendency to ride up as soon as I make the smallest movement.
Dinner is an exciting affair, I manage to slip as I make my way into the dining room dropping to the floor and pulling a rather ungrateful Malfoy down with me. I deal with the situation the only way I know how – by laughing hysterically and trying, yet still failing, to pull myself from the floor – and eventually Draco has to hoist me up by the arms and lead me gently to my seat.
"Mother." I am tucking into a rather delicious slice of apple pie when Draco utters that word, followed quickly by, "Father," And, "This is a surprise." And he stands quickly.
I have to stop myself from spitting out my food in shock and I eventually swallow painfully and stand as they approach. "Miss Granger." Narcissa Malfoy strides purposefully, yet still managing to appear delicate and poised, into the room, followed by the commanding presence of her husband, who in turn gives a slight incline of his head to signal that he has managed to acknowledge our presence.
Even when he wasn't being rude by opening his mouth to Harry, Ron or I, the head of the house of Malfoy was still a rude Bastard. Just the haughty look on his face and the sharp ridges on his nose that seemed to indicate that he was smelling something foul, made him look like a right foul git. But I manage to stop the roll of my eyes when I see the same pointed, 'Ignoring the scum of the earth' look on his face as he takes a seat at the table.
A hose elf strides forwards and begins to place plates of pie in front of the elder Malfoy's – and I am all but ready to jump in for the poor house elf's defence, when Lucius Malfoy makes short work of a word of thanks. Truly never thought that I would see the day when Lucius Sodding Malfoy thanks – thanks – a house elf.
My facial expressions must have been conveying my expression of disbelief, but a sharp kick from Draco quickly sets that to right. "I guess," Draco begins, "That now is as good a time as any to introduce you both to my Mate." Smiling, Draco clasps my sweaty palm in his own and brings it to his lips. After pressing a kiss to the inside of my wrist, inhaling and probably drawing comfort from my scent as I have seen him do many times before, he flicks his eyes back to his parents, "Mother, Father, this is Hermione Granger."
"It's a pleasure to see you again Lord and Lady Malfoy." No reason not to act like a proper young lady to the parents of my boyfriend, I guess, therefore I decide to use their proper titles.
"And you too dear."
Another non committal sound from Lucius is apparently enough to signify that he has acknowledged – and begrudgingly accepted – my presence in Draco's life. How lovely that you even deign to allow me eye contact. Unfortunately, Draco – with his emotion readying powers – is able to sense my annoyance which results in him squeezing my hand with his inhumane power. I actually think that I can hear my bones sliding over each other, Draco winces at his own actions and kisses lightly along the bones of my hands – his own little apology.
"So, I assume that marriage is to be around the corner?" Narcissa Malfoy's expression does not change; Draco and I glance covertly at each other and look quickly away and Lucius look just about ready to pass out.
Shaking his head, Draco finds his voice and says, "Not yet mother."
Pursing her lips, her face becomes harsher as she looks us both over once. Draco's hand tightens around mine as his mother says, "Well, don't delay Draco. An autumn wedding would be lovely and that only gives us a year to prepare, these things take time." Looking like she has not just changed the atmosphere of the room, Narcissa continues to sip her tea and take delicate bites of her tart.
"Mother, it is none of your concern when I wish to ask Hermione to marry me, and if she accepts then we will do it on our terms,"
Lucius speaks for the first time, "I told you Narcissa, she is already changing him – he would never have shown such blatant rudeness before."
I almost manage to spit out an, "EXCUSE ME!" but Draco beets me to it and says, "I would appreciate you both leaving now, and don't come back Lucius until you learn to censor your tongue around my mate."
They make a scary picture standing in the doorway; backs stick straight – like someone shoved poles somewhere not to nice – and regal robes fluttering in the breeze from the open doors. Narcissa stamps to the doorway and Lucius follows in her wake with a swish of cloaks.
Snorting, I manage to form a sentence, "Well, I guess meeting the parents went well."
"Maybe we should tackle your mother today, get all the relatives out of the way in one go." Draco nudges me in the side and we laugh together, "Can't be any worse than that, right?"
"I hope not, my mother has always been very liberal with her thoughts on my life. My life, my rules." I say, looking into his eyes and smiling before my face turns sour, "It was always my bastard father who was a controlling git."
"Sorry,"
"What for?" I ask, shrugging my shoulders, "But I'll let you know now that if you ever hurt our children like my father hurt me, I will bury you alive, and not in a metaphorical way!" I walk out of the room and make my way up to the bedroom, locking the door to the bathroom and washing up after a stressful day.
3 weeks later
I smile as Draco and I walk out of the posh restaurant, some exclusive place that is it had not been for Draco Malfoy I would never have managed to get a table let alone stepped foot into the place. I guess money still is an advantage.
"I had a nice time tonight, Draco." I say as he takes hold of my hand and we walk together down the cobbled streets.
Smiling, Draco looks down at me. "I had a nice time too." Holding onto my waist and pulling me in for a steamy kiss – the sort of kiss that has my knees wobbling and my hands grasping onto Draco's shoulders to stop myself from melting into a puddle – as he apparates us back to his house.
I am about to yell at him for risking a splinching by apparating like that, but they I look around and take in the room.
Flower petals lead a trail through the house and Draco pulls me along to follow the red path through the entry way and into the sitting room. White drapes hang from the ceiling, casting a sensual atmosphere over the room, and Draco leads me to the centre. Enchanted balls of light hover like little stars above our heads and Draco has me stand right in the centre of the room.
My heart begins to race, pumping and hammering madly in my chest and my breathing begins to hasten as he drops to one knee.
"I wanted to do this right, Hermione." He tells me, gesturing around him at the ambiance he has created and he smiles, "I love you more than anything in the world. When I first realised that I was Veela, I thought that the feelings I had for you would always be because of that part of me. And then as I started to really get to know you, I found that that wasn't true. The real me, not the Veela part, fell in love with you; so madly in love with you that I can't ever imagine my life without you – mate or not. And I don't ever want to have to imagine it."
Tears slide gracefully down my face and I cover my mouth as he pulls a little black box from his trouser pocket. "You are beautiful and funny and charming and witty and I guess that intelligent goes without saying, and Hermione, you would make me the happiest man in the world if you agreed to marry me?"
It sounds like it should be a statement, but the look in his eyes and the tone of his voice show that he is full of insecurities about this moment. I nod, my throat chocking up and tears pooling heavily in my eyes. "Lord Malfoy," I say, deciding that for once I will acknowledge his proper title, "It would be my honour to marry you."
I used to think that I saw him smile often, that I saw him grin and exude happiness. But I have never seen the happiness that radiated from him in this moment. His face cracks into a smile, the most beautiful and heart-warming smile that I have ever seen on anyone, and he pushes the ring gently onto my finger before jumping up and grabbing me about the middle.
His hands tighten and he pulls my body off the floor. His arms lock around my waist and he spins us in circles before placing me lightly back onto my feet and stooping down to kiss my lips.
It's a long, passionate kiss that melts my insides – and if it were not for Draco's arms supporting me I would be dropping to the ground, but his arms are holding me as we clamber to be closer to one another. And, as we moan into each other's mouths, I realise that I have never felt so happy, so at home and so loved at any moment in my entire life.
He pulls away gently, kissing down my neck and then pushing his face into the junction between my neck and shoulder. Breathing in deeply, he sucks gently on the skin before pulling his lips away and murmuring, "I love you with all of my heart."
"And I you," peppering my face with kisses, he leads me into our bedroom, taking us to the bed and lying us down within the confines of his soft sheets. He continues to kiss and caress all of my body, and though we are not naked, or touching intimate parts of each other, I don't think that anyone has felt more satisfied then we do now.
Sleeping comes easily, as we curl into each other, both of us drifting off into blissfully happy sleep. Shutting my eyes a moment after Draco allows me to see that the smile is still on his face.
I hope that you liked it. Please review :) I think I have mentioned it before, but Lucius and Narcissa Malfoy are a Lord and Lady. I think that Lord is just a title for nobility, therefore I know that Draco would not have the same standing as his parents until they are deceased, but i decided not to research, so for arguments sake he is a Lord too!