Present day, the day of the engagement party:
Hermione barely slept the night before. She didn't know how Theo would take all of her memories and she wished she didn't have to face him tonight at the party. It was supposed to be quite the society event tonight to celebrate The Chosen One's engagement to a dainty pureblood princess.
The papers were eager to gain some positive press about the Marriage law and Hermione knew the vultures would be eyeing her relationship with Draco under a microscope. The last thing she needed was a story about a love triangle coming out about her. Been there, done that, captured the bug in the jar.
Her and Draco still weren't fully back on track, and she had lessons tomorrow first thing at Malfoy Manor. Something about beauty, skin, hair, exfoliating or some rubbish.
Hermione looked at herself objectively in the mirror. She sighed. She found herself wishing that the classes were today so that she would be beautified in time for the event. She had absolutely nothing to wear and Ginny was getting ready at her parent's house for moral support from Molly.
Ginny was extremely uncomfortable about attending the event herself and Hermione vowed to make the event as tolerable as possible for her. She wished they were getting ready together though or that her mother was here to help her but the last thing she wanted was for Mrs. Weasley to start fussing over her. That woman went way overboard at events like this. There was someone that could help her though!
The most elegant, appropriate, beautiful witch she knew. Her future mother in law. She grinned. She did have someone to turn to. She hurried off to the floo and hoped it wasn't awful manners that she didn't owl her first.
She stepped out of the floo and felt immediately overwhelmed with the thought that this might be a mistake when Narcissa entered the room.
"Hermione dear? Are you here to see Draco? I'm afraid he's getting ready at his flat." Lucius followed his wife into the room.
"Oh. Um. No, he's meeting me later at my place, I just thought that maybe. Well… that, you might be available to help me find something suitable to wear. I know it's last minute, and I'm sure you're quite busy, so I'll just see myself out. I really did not mean to impose, of course I should have owled first, quite rude of myself to assume upon your time…" she was cut off by Narcissa.
"Hermione I am thrilled you thought of me! I know just the place to find you a dress, shall we make a day of it? Get our hair and make up done as well?"
"Yes! Thank you! I would be so grateful for your help."
"I will meet you in Diagon alley in an hour. I just have a few floo calls to make." Lucius looked at Hermione oddly as Hermione turned to leave.
"I will see you in an hour," she grinned before she left through the floo.
"So should I tell your hairdresser and makeup artist to leave then?" Lucius asked his wife.
"Lucius oh hush! Do you realize that that girl sought me out on her own accord? She CHOSE to come here, and ask me for my help and expertise. Not because Draco wants her to, and not because it's in a silly little contract." Narcissa beamed at her husband.
"Yes dear, I'll tell them to meet you at their shop instead." Lucius smiled fondly at Narcissa as she gathered her things for the day. He had quite a lot of things to think about in regards to the girl. Especially after what Draco told him.
—
Hermione and Narcissa had a lovely day shopping together. Narcissa pulled out all the stops with private meals, their very own personal shopper, and just the right amount of pampering. There was not even one terrible comment about her upbringing or hair.
But when Narcissa tried to pick out Hermione's knickers, Hermione drew the line.
"I have knickers at home."
"Yes I know that dear. It just seems that maybe you're in need of a bit of an update."
"It was laundry day!" Hermione tried to justify her old grey knickers with the stretched out waistband. They were sensible! Surely every witch had a pair of comfortable, relaxed undergarments.
"No offense intended Hermione. I just thought other people might appreciate silk, or perhaps a deeper color."
Other people! Hermione gaped at her future mother in law. She was picking out sex clothes for her son. This was beyond inappropriate! She was going to die. Actually die of mortification. She didn't even pick out her own sex clothes! She did not need his mother picking them out.
"Oh don't look at me that way dear. I am not quite as old fashioned as you may believe." Narcissa chuckled to herself at how red Hermione's face was.
"No offense but I would prefer to keep that task personal in nature." She said politely.
"Just wait until you're married." Narcissa said quietly.
"What?" Hermione's mortification grew.
"Malfoy men have a certain eye for beauty that's all I'm saying. You may find that Draco has an opinion about the clothes you wear."
"I'll bet he does," Hermione mumbled to herself. She cringed when her mind went to Lucius picking out knickers for Narcissa. There was a mental image she did NOT need.
"Anyhow, I apologize for offending you Hermione, I didn't know you were so… proper. I'm only teasing you! I'm sure Draco will find you lovely no matter what you wear." Narcissa patted her arm affectionately. Then they went back to looking at shoes, keeping the conversation polite and comfortable.
All in all it was a lovely day.
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The next morning:
Hermione woke up when she heard the floo activate. She groaned. Her head felt like hippogriffs danced on it all night. She opened one eye and was disoriented trying to figure out where she was, why she was in pain, and who the fuck would come into her floo this early.
"Good morning you two." Harry yelled purposefully.
"Ugh Potter, not so loud, can't you see we are fucking sleeping. Sod off!" Malfoy's voice hoarsely replied.
"Oh you two are in for a rude awakening. Get up! You have about a half hour until you have to be at Malfoy Manor. I'm guessing you both have no idea what happened last night."
Hermione sat up. Huh, she was passed out on the floor of Draco's flat. Oh damn, she was not wearing any clothes. Did they? Surely not. She would remember if they had sex for the first time. She got a flash of him pressed against her near the door.
"Draco are you naked?" Hermione mumbled covering herself tighter with a blanket groaning as the movement brought pain into her arm. "Why does my arm hurt?" She tried to remember. She got a flash of her holding out her arm and laughing.
"Potter did you at least bring a hangover potion with you? And yes Hermione I'm naked." He remembered yanking off her dress near the couch. Hermione was still surveying her surroundings, with one eye open.
"Draco what is on your arm?" She looked at the bandage. He remembered her next to some guy pointing her wand at his arm.
"I didn't bring any hangover potion because your mother forbid it." Harry responded as Draco looked down at his arm trying to piece together last night. He remembered his tongue in between her breasts.
"You talked to my mother this morning? I'm not sure Hermione, you have one too." He started to take off the bandage.
"No Malfoy, last night right after you two disapparated from the party. You know after you ruined the thing!"
"We ruined your engagement party?" Hermione asked, trying to think back on her night. It was quite fuzzy. She remembered a lot of eyes on her. She began picking off the bandage.
"To be fair, it wasn't JUST you two that ruined it, but you were the main contributing force to the disaster, yes."
"Oh God!" Hermione yelled as the bandage came off. "I got a tattoo." She got a flash of a tattoo shop.
"No darling, WE got tattoos. Magical ones it appears. Do you have an otter too?"
"My patronus!" She gasped. "We got patronus tattoos." She remembered the tattoo artist explaining how to do the spell while he completed the tattoo.
"I have no idea what that means," said Draco.
"Your patronus is a dragon Malfoy?" Harry asked looking closer at Hermione's arm.
"Well yes! Considering my name means dragon I don't know why you're surprised. What do these things do?" He remembered the tattoo artist explaining something about the powers that would be transferred.
"Not now Draco!" Hermione said trying not to think about the implications of what magical patronus tattoos did before Harry grabbed them both shirts and Hermione found her underwear.
Harry looked away as they got dressed.
"What happened Harry? I barely remember anything. It's all so hazy." She remembered Ginny and Neville dancing wildly next to them.
"You two were in rare form. I've never seen such behavior from you Hermione! Don't you remember the tequila mixed with fire whiskey? You said you wanted to combine the best of the mudbloods with with best of the purebloods. Your words not mine. Then you got most of the wedding party wasted, and encouraged my future father in law to take shots. My future mother in law was scandalized. As was Molly Weasley when Blaise and Percy started going at it on the dance floor. George thought it was hilarious."
"Going at it?" Hermione gasped. She got a flash of Blaise and Percy making out wildly.
"Well no more than you two, but yes seeing as Molly barely found out Percy was Gay, she was scandalized."
"What did Draco and I do, exactly?" She cringed trying to remember.
"What's the last thing you remember," Harry sighed.
"Well I remember dancing," said Draco, "lots of dancing, something Hermione called dirty dancing I think." He got a flash of her hips backed into him as he grabbed ahold of her ribs.
"OH MERLIN NO!" Hermione shouted as Harry chuckled. She then remembered trying to do the lift from Dirty Dancing and falling into a heap on Draco's lap laughing hysterically.
"Yes Hermione, I didn't know you had that much rhythm in you. You also requested the Macarena! At the Greengrass Estates Hermione! Then you taught Draco the dance."
"We danced the Macarena?" She asked horrified by her behavior. "In front of everybody?"
"Including the Daily Prophet!" Harry grinned showing her the paper.
"Oh dear this is bad," she responded ripping the paper to get a closer look.
"Well you really want to thank Lucius for that actually. He spent a lot of money last night to cover up the rest of your shenanigans. He thought the Macarena was funny though so he threw Rita that bone. The rest is hushed up for the most part."
"My father?"
"Oh yes, your parents saw everything, as did most of proper wizarding society. Pansy is quite proud of you Hermione." Hermione got a flash of Ron and Pansy laughing outside the dance floor.
"This can't be happening. Draco do you remember anything else? All I remember is those horribly awkward conversations and getting the drinks. So many drinks."
"Well I remember you calling my father a motherfucker."
Harry burst out laughing, clutching his sides.
"Yes that was right before you both decided to leave. Apparently the mums were trying to get Lucius to set up anti disapparation wards to keep everyone from getting splinched and Hermione kept saying 'you can't trap me motherfucker' and Draco kept saying, 'he is a motherfucker, get it?' Before you both disapparated, apparently to a tattoo shop.
Not all of the wedding party made it out before they set up the wards. Ginny and Neville were being reamed by Molly when I left. Most of the guests left by floo a few hours after the sober up potion kicked in, when they opened up the floo finally. Daphne is… not pleased. Which means I am not pleased." He raised an eyebrow at them.
"This matter isn't finished, but you better get to Malfoy Manor. They're expecting you." Harry grinned.
"I can NOT face your parents right now Draco," Hermione whined. "I feel like complete shite." She chugged some water. "I have no clothes. I don't know where my purse is. Oh God! The jewels your mother lent me." She covered her face. Draco looked around.
"They're over here." Draco said picking up the necklace and then walking a few feet to pick up one earring before walking a few more feet to pick up the other one. "It seems we made a trail of your clothes love." He grinned at her.
"We'll talk about that later." She smacked him gently.
"You have to come to the Manor. Do you think this will get better if we ignore it?"
"No you're right. I'm a Gryffindor for Merlin's sake. Let me floo home to grab some clothes and I will meet you there."
"Oh no! You're not leaving me to face my parents alone. We will enter as a united front my dear fiancé."
"Still afraid of your parents Draco?" Hermione teased.
"No more than you are!" Draco growled.
"Okay, I've done my part," says Harry, "suck it up buttercup." He handed Hermione a coffee and she pecked him on the cheek.
"Bless you!" She sighed drinking it.
"Where is mine Potter?" Malfoy pouted.
"I drank it." Harry shrugged, stepping back as Draco lunged for him and punched him in the arm.
"You're such a prick!"
"Draco, we don't have time for this! Finish mine! We have to floo to my flat, we only have a few minutes before we're late on top of everything else."
She grabbed his hand and yanked him to the floo. "Sorry again Harry. I'll make it up to Daphne."
—
They barely made it into her flat before they were arguing again.
"I can't believe you let this happen Hermione."
"I let this happen? Who was it encouraging me last night."
"I've never had tequila before! You should have warned me about that shite."
"You should be able to hold your liquor!"
"Coming from you? Because you were the picture of class last night Mrs. Pukes in the alley!"
"Draco we don't have time for this" she said waving her toothbrush as a sword as he followed her around her flat while she got ready.
"Just tell me one thing, Hermione. Do you remember anything that happened between us last night?" He asked softly.
"Yes. Well, not all of it, but I'm getting flashes of everything." She softened before walking over to him. " I don't regret it, or the tattoo." She said before stroking her hand down his arm.
He grabbed her shoulders before pushing her back against the wall. He kissed her roughly as she grabbed his hair. He wrapped her legs around him and started to grind against her. Their kisses were getting frantic and desperate.
"I want you so fucking badly!" He said.
"I need you so fucking badly!" She responded shoving her tongue down his throat.
"You have a room Hermione!" Ginny yelled from the couch. Where she had been passed out.
Draco dropped her gracefully to the ground and stepped back smiling sheepishly.
"Sorry Gin! We don't have time for this. I'll talk to you later!" She ran to splash water on her face and throw on an outfit.
"Yeah, you looked really in a rush there. Great party last night." She grinned.
"Ginny, I heard you were just as bad!" Hermione replied exasperated.
"Oh no! No one was as bad as you two! Well, maybe Blaise." She said thoughtfully.
"See you later Weasley." Draco said before grabbing Hermione's hand and pulling her in the floo. "Ready?" He asked?
"No." She gulped as he called out for Malfoy Manor.