As the dawn of Thursday June 5 finally arrived, Hermione woke up in her dorm room with a sense of excited anticipation. As if her magic had been waiting for this day all year. There was a happy smile on her face and a spring to her step as she hopped out of bed and grabbed her school robes to get ready for the day.
Her dorm mates were all watching her with bemused expressions on their faces, whilst Hermione whistled happily to herself, completely oblivious to how she appeared.
"Someone's in a good mood this morning." Lavender snickered, causing Hermione to turn around from where she was placing her books for her morning classes into her book bag.
"What?"
"You," Pavarti winked, "you are glowing."
"No, I'm not."
"You really are, Hermione." Faye was quick to agree, "I don't think I've ever seen you this happy."
"Oh, well..." Hermione cleared her throat in embarrassment, her cheeks flushed, "it's a good day."
"The day hasn't even officially started yet." Lavender was quick to clarify, and Hermione just stuck her tongue out, as the other girls laughed.
Sighing, she sat down at the edge of her bed and gripped her hands together in a show of nervous energy.
"Draco's birthday is today."
"We know." Pavarti deadpanned.
"Nice," Hermione huffed but forged ahead, "anyway, I have a surprise for his birthday."
"What kind of surprise?"
She didn't reply right away, and Lavender's eyes widened as she realized just what Hermione wasn't saying.
"Look, Hermione," Lavender began hesitantly, "I know things have been a bit different this year for you and I know we haven't always been the closest of friends, but you can trust us. Witches Oath. Whatever you choose to share with us remains between us."
Both Faye and Pavarti nodded emphatically in agreement.
"Really?" Hermione inquired softly, "Because the truth is, I don't have many friends that are witches. I guess I've always been more comfortable with wizard's."
"Harry and Ron, you mean." Faye snorted, and Hermione rolled her eyes but nodded.
"Yeah, but we all know Ron has the emotional range of a teaspoon."
"That's generous." Pavarti snarked sarcastically, "Ron isn't the most sympathetic wizard, that's for sure."
"No, but he's a good friend."
The three witches didn't argue the point, but Lavender stood up and walked over to sit next to Hermione on her bed, taking her hand and giving it a comforting squeeze.
"Look, if you have planned what I think you do, then it might be a good idea if we help you with a few things."
"Like?"
So Lavender elaborated her ideas, and between she, Pavarti and Faye—Hermione felt a bit better and definitely more prepared with her gift for Draco.
When she left to go to the Great Hall for breakfast, Harry and Ron went with her.
Daphne was waiting for her at the end of the staircases, and Hermione was quick to go over and give the Slytherin witch a hug.
"Hey."
"Hi." Daphne grinned, relieved, "I was wondering if you wanted to come and have breakfast with me this morning at the Slytherin table."
"Seriously?" Hermione queried, "Is that even allowed?"
"No, not usually but I thought it might be a fun idea since it is Draco's birthday, and I asked the Headmistress for permission as well as my Head of House."
"Snape agreed?"
"Surprisingly, yes."
Hermione glanced over at Harry and said, "I'm going to have breakfast with Daphne."
"What?" Ron interrupted with a scowl, "You can't eat with the snakes!"
"Ronald, I'll be fine besides...Daphne got permission."
Ron went to say something else, but Harry just grabbed his best friend's arm, "Come on, Ron! Before you just say something that's going to infuriate Hermione into hexing you."
"But...Harry..."
"Come on, Ron!"
Hermione watched her brother drag Ronald towards the Gryffindor table, with a lopsided grin on her face. Then she followed Daphne to the Slytherin table, ignoring the surprised faces of those within the Great Hall, as she sat down facing the Gryffindor table. Neville, Dean and Seamus just gave her funny look—they clearly appeared confused. Harry leant over and whispered something to them, and Hermione noticed they appeared to accept whatever it was he'd said.
Ron was still glowering unhappily though.
It was about ten minutes later when Draco sauntered in, looking impeccable and clearly not paying attention to all the interested stares being sent his way. When he got to his normal spot, he smirked when he noticed Hermione sitting in his designated place.
"Hello, love. Did you lose a bet?"
"No, snake. Daphne asked me to join her this morning and I agreed."
Draco slipped effortlessly over the bench and took his seat, then placed a sweet kiss on her cheek in greeting.
"And here I thought this was a nice surprise for my birthday."
"Oh! Is that today?" Hermione placed her hand on her chest in feigned shock, "I knew I'd forgotten something."
Theo, who'd just caught the end of her spiel, sat down across from his cousin and chuckled.
"Cousin."
"Theodore."
"Birthday boy."
"Shove it, Nott."
Several snorts and coughs echoed down the Slytherin table, but before Hermione could speak...she noticed Sally coming over with a small package in her hand.
A few of the Slytherins sneered at the tiny Muggleborn, but Draco just smiled when he saw her.
"Hey, kiddo."
"Hi, Mr. Draco. Happy Birthday!"
Sally shoved out her hand with the gift, and Draco lifted an eyebrow as he took it with a murmur of thanks.
"You didn't have to get me a gift, Sally."
"That's okay. From what I've been learning, seventeen is a big deal for a witch or wizard."
Draco smirked as he side-eyed his witch, who was grinning widely at him.
"That's what I've heard, too." He bit back playfully.
"Aren't you going to open it?" Blaise interrupted and Draco threw a disgruntled glare his way, but nodded all the same as he opened the gift. The wrapping was in green and it had a cute silver bow, which he thought adorable. When the paper was off, he noticed the book within and his brow furrowed, as he didn't recognize the title nor the author.
"It's a muggle book." Hermione whispered to him, and Draco nodded again.
"The Once and Future King, by T.H. White."
"It's a muggle story about Merlin."
"Really?" Draco's eyes widened in surprise.
"Yep," Sally grinned, "and it's a good one and I think you'll like it a lot."
Draco bowed his head in appreciation, "Thank you, Sally. I love it and will read it over the summer. We can talk about it when school gets back in the fall."
"That'd be cool."
Hermione watched as Sally left to go back to the Gryffindor table, and Draco placed his gift in his book bag with a small smile.
"That was awfully sweet of her." Daphne pointed out, and Draco hummed in agreement.
"She's a good kid," he then turned his attention to his witch and said pointedly, "are we still on for this afternoon?"
"Yes, dear. I haven't forgotten."
"Good. I'm looking forward to seeing just what my present is going to be."
Hermione bit her lip, but didn't reply. She was hoping that Draco would like his gift, but she was probably just being silly.
She had no doubt the prat would love it.
She just wasn't sure despite her anxiety, that she could wait patiently for the next seven hours to pass. It was hard enough to tamp down the butterflies swarming in her stomach at the thought of what awaited them both.
For the first time in her school life, Hermione was completely distracted as classes dragged on that morning. Professor McGonagall had asked her a question, and she'd been so distracted she hadn't even heard her name being called upon, until Harry elbowed her and gave her a disbelieving look.
Thankfully, she'd done the reading and was able to recite the answer from memory.
Defense hadn't been much better.
She had the class with Draco, and if he noticed her being fidgety, he wisely didn't comment on it.
Professor Snape however, had given her one of his patented sneers as she left the class.
She hadn't fared much better at lunch as she picked through her food.
Harry and Ron both asked her if she was alright, to which she nodded absently and tried to force down a few bites of her cottage pie.
Runes was more of the same—with Theo sitting next to her giving her an incredulous look as she doodled hearts and flowers on the cover of her notebook.
When class was finally over, Hermione bolted from the room and disapparated back up to Gryffindor Tower, went inside...took a quick shower and rubbed her favorite lotion on—picked out her best set of knickers and matching bra along with a pretty lavender sundress and white wedged heels and made her way to the Astronomy Tower where Draco would be waiting.
His eyes widened briefly at her appearance, but then his smirk fell easily into place.
"You look beautiful, Princess," he then glanced around in confusion, "although I'll admit, I was expecting something else instead of an empty parapet."
"We're not staying here."
"What?"
"Your gift isn't here...we're going elsewhere."
"Okay?"
Draco watched as Hermione floated over the rampart, and then she reached for his hand—which he gave instantly. He wasn't the least bit afraid of heights, but walking out into the air without a broom or using his wand was a bit surreal.
Hermione giggled at his awed expression.
"You ready?"
"Do I have a choice?"
"Not if you want your gift."
"Then lead the way, Princess. I'm all yours."
Hermione wrapped her arms around her wizard and closed her eyes...allowing her magic to build up and in a flash of heat and flame...they were gone.
When they re-emerged, Draco gazed around, instantly recognizing where they were at.
"Does your Grandmother know we're here?"
"She does. She had Sabbo set up everything for us."
Linking hands, she led Draco back towards the family stones that she'd taken him to the other night. Sabbo had erected a special Wizarding tent inside the barrier of the stones and had placed supplies inside for their time together. When they reached their destination, Draco just lifted his mouth with a slight quirk, but followed her inside.
"This is nice." He said after a moment.
And it was.
The tent on the outside wasn't much bigger that twice the size of a muggle telephone booth, but inside it was the size of a large suite. There was a dining area, with a simple table for two. Some elvish wine had been left, as well as a tray of Corky's pastries and tartlets. There was sparkling water, fresh fruit with sweet cream all under a stasis charm. A small, walled off area led into a quaint loo with a tub—and in the far back, was a large bed.
Draco eyed everything, his expressionless mask in place as he took in the intimate setting for two.
When he turned around to face his witch, he could see and feel the nervousness in her eyes and body, and his countenance softened.
"Are you sure, Princess?"
"You don't want to?"
Draco shook his head. "I didn't say that."
He moved over and wrapped his hands around Hermione's waist and pulled her into his body, joining her lips to his in a drugging kiss that lasted for several minutes. When he pulled his head back slightly, he made sure to simultaneously rub his body against his witch's, allowing her to feel just how much he wanted her.
Her blush was simply adorable.
"Can't you feel how much I want this?"
Hermione nodded, biting her lip and gazing up into stormy gray eyes.
"I want this too. It's all I've been able to think about since Monday night. I don't want to wait any longer. This feels right, doesn't it?"
He returned the gesture and without warning, swept his witch up into his arms bridal style and stalked back towards the bed. He didn't waste a second—laying Hermione down on the soft duvet and climbing onto the bed with her, before rejoining their mouths in a heated snog.
As before, the magic of the Prewett family stones hummed with anticipation, feeling the magic of its young Mistress and her wizard as they lost themselves to the feel and pull of her elemental magic. Clothes were discarded, but Hermione had no idea how that had happened. All she knew was the taste, smell and feel of Draco as she kissed and nipped along his neck, chest and abdomen. She giggled when he took control and returned the favor, lavishing attention where her neck and shoulder met—clearly leaving a mark. When he reached her breasts, he teased her with his fingers and mouth until she was a needy, squirming mess. As he worked his way south, she gripped her hands into soft blonde hair and pulled at Draco, hearing his hiss of pained pleasure, while he used his fingers and spread her folds, before diving head first into nirvana.
If Hermione thought coming by her own hand at the thought of Draco worshipping her was amazing, it was nothing compared to having him ravishing her with attention.
He was relentless.
And she loved it.
He'd stop every few minutes and tease her too, which was exhilarating and frustrating in equal measure.
"How does this feel?" He would ask smugly, as he circled her clit with his finger.
"More...please, Draco!"
The deep chuckle that rumbled from his chest made her want to snog and smack him, but when he used that wicked tongue of his—all she could do was fall back on the bed and moan out his name in desperation.
Her core throbbed with unmitigated need, and she could feel her magic thrumming with anticipation.
And when she finally came...
...she came hard!
"Fuck! Oh My God!"
She didn't notice Draco at first, moving up and over her body until he was nestled firmly between her thighs. He started to rub his thick cock through her folds, hitting her clit—which was already over-sensitive which caused her to buck up at the sensation.
"Are you ready, love?"
She nodded. She wasn't nervous, but thankfully she did remember to cast the contraceptive charm that Lavender had shown her how to perform earlier that morning. It was as if this was always meant to happen, and if anything—she felt that if Draco didn't get inside her right at this very minute, she was going to spontaneously combust from the raw need consuming her.
As he gently pushed his way inside her body, their eyes locked and her breath caught at the overwhelming desire she saw on Draco's face.
His expression was completely open.
He wasn't a small wizard, and while she was very wet...nothing could've prepared her for this.
Her body felt like it was being split in two.
"Oh, ah..."
"Shh, love," Draco's voice was gentle and encouraging, "don't tighten up, love...please try and relax."
"That's easy for you to say."
"No, it's not!" He growled, his brow furrowing and Hermione could see the tension in his face and neck as Draco thrusted shallowly a few times and then moved his right hand down under her hips and tilted her up slightly. The change of the angle felt better, and she closed her eyes and bit her lip as she tried desperately to relax.
The second it got too much, he paused again, and then moved both of his arms underneath her, cupping her head. For a split second, their eyes met and then he kissed her deeply and bit her lower lip at the same time he pushed forward—the sudden pain causing her to gasp, tears leaking from the corners of her closed eyes.
For a few moments neither of them moved, and all Hermione could concentrate on was Draco's breathing, as he seemed to be willing himself to remain in control for her sake. But once the pain finally subsided into a dull ache, all she felt was an overwhelming fullness and an incessant need to move.
"I'm okay," she whispered on a gasp, "please move, Draco."
He nodded then did just that.
Slowly at first, then a bit harder as she gripped onto his shoulders and started moving her body in time with his.
Then something amazing happened.
Hermione felt her body heating up in eager anticipation, and her magic was humming all over her skin...reaching out and moving across every part where she touched Draco. His eyes widened, and she knew he was feeling it too. He took her hands within his and lifted her arms over her head and kissed her again, over and over until they were both breathless, even as their lower bodies continued to move in perfect synchrony against each other.
As her pleasure swelled towards the breaking point, Hermione felt her magic finally let go.
And when she opened her eyes, she gasped as she and Draco were engulfed in flames which were swirling around them and licking and flickering against Draco like a lovers caress. His expression was filled with profound awe. He gazed at where their hands were joined—his skin was literally on fire.
"Amazing." He whispered reverently.
Then he kissed her again, and all thoughts ceased as they both chased their own pleasure. It wasn't but a few moments later that Hermione's back bowed as her body shook with the force or her orgasm, causing Draco to groan out in relief as he too, followed her over the edge.
As they laid there spent and panting, Hermione unlocked her left hand and ran it through Draco's sweaty locks with a happy grin on her face.
For Draco's part, he just smirked proudly, cracking a single eye open and then collapsing into her waiting arms with a satisfied sigh of contentment.
"You're crushing me." Hermione giggled, then bit Draco's ear playfully, feeling more than hearing his responding mirth as he rolled them over so she was now curled up next to him with her head on his chest.
Kissing his alabaster skin, she then placed her chin on Draco's chest and said sweetly, "Happy Birthday, my love."
"Best birthday ever." Draco hummed happily, gazing down lovingly at his witch, his hand rubbing along Hermione's lower back and then he cupped her arse, before he pulled her up slightly so his lips could meet hers in a searching kiss.
"When do we have to go back?" He asked as he broke away. He didn't want to go back to school just yet.
"We just have to be back before curfew."
Draco's face morphed into a pleased grin. Then he got up and went into the loo. He came back out with a small basin filled with warm water and a flannel—then proceeded to carefully clean his witch.
Hermione blushed, and made to stop him—but he shook his head and gently batted her hand away.
"Let me do this," he pleaded softly, "let me take care of you."
She felt her chest tightening with emotion, at the sweet and unexpected gesture.
Of all the things she'd thought of Draco Malfoy, this was something she had never imagined in her wildest dreams.
How in the world would she have ever known, how utterly considerate and loving he could be?
So all Hermione could do was nod and watch, as Draco took his time taking care of her and making sure she was set back to rights. When he was done, he waved his wand and refreshed the bed sheets and then pulled her back into his side and kissed her with so much feeling, she couldn't stop the tears from breaking free.
Shocked, Draco moved over her and gently wiped them away.
"Did I do something wrong?"
Shaking her head, Hermione choked out a broken, "No. You did everything right."
His shy smile would forever be burned into her memory.
She didn't think that Draco Malfoy had ever shown anyone other than herself, who he really was underneath all his Slytherin bravado and staunch Pureblood upbringing.
And she felt so honored to be the witch to see this side of such a mercurial wizard as he.
"I love you." Her voice cracked on the last word and he nodded solemnly as he replied, "I know it, and I love you too, Hermione. Always."
Chapter 85: A Promise for the Future
Summary:
Draco gives Hermione something special.
Chapter Text
If anyone noticed them missing from dinner that Thursday evening, no one said anything in the day that followed. The only thing anyone was really interested in, was the Slytherin-Gryffindor match that was scheduled for that Saturday. Hermione of course internally debated whether or not to attend the match. She wanted to support her House, but deep down—she really wanted Draco to win the Quidditch Cup at least once, before he left Hogwarts.
When match time finally arrived, Hermione reluctantly decided to attend. She sat with Gryffindor, but wore Draco's scarf and cheered for him—much to the consternation of her fellow Gryffindors—who glowered at her unhappily.
Unfortunately her cheering didn't quite have the desired effect, and Slytherin lost the match 510-480 when Harry caught the snitch at the four hour mark.
Gryffindor was utterly beside themselves, so it allowed Hermione to slink away unnoticed, heading for the Slytherin locker room, and found her wizard coming out showered, with a frown marring his handsome face.
Since their bonding, she'd been able to pick up on some of Draco's more prominent emotions, and right now she could feel his disappointment and irritation, like an open wound inside her chest.
When he saw her, he sighed and she ran over and threw her arms around his neck and kissed him for all she was worth.
"I'm sorry." She whispered sadly, but he didn't reply. He just held her and buried his face into her hair, inhaling her scent as he continued to hold her tightly.
"We practiced so hard." His voice was muffled into her neck, and she rubbed her hands down his back soothingly.
"I know."
He lifted his head, and Hermione's heart broke at the raw anguish in his stark gray eyes.
Then she had an idea.
"If you had to pinpoint the one thing that went wrong today, what was it?"
Draco thought about it for a moment, sighing in defeat, "I don't know."
"I do." He gave her a inquisitive look before she forged on, "You need to take Harry out of the equation. You were nearly there, right?"
Draco's expression became thoughtful, as he considered her words.
"Spend next year working more on scoring points. Forget about the snitch in the final. Help your teammates score more points. If Harry does catch the snitch, it won't matter, because Slytherin will still win, right?"
Draco's eyes gleamed, and then he smirked wickedly, before kissing her soundly.
"How very Slytherin of you, Miss Prewett."
She shrugged. "Maybe. But I do know how much this means to you, love. I just would like to see you win once. I know how hard you've practiced."
"Are you going to celebrate..."
"No!" Hermione interrupted, placing her index finger on Draco's lips, "I'm going to spend the evening with my wizard. He needs me more than some ridiculous celebration."
"How'd I get so lucky?"
Kissing him again, Hermione chose not to answer that rhetorical question but allowed Draco to take her back with him to the Slytherin common room, where the mood was quite subdued.
She even got a few caustic looks thrown her way, but for the most part, most of the snakes knew that she was there to support Draco in his hour of need.
"School's done soon." Draco drawled, pulling her down onto his lap and moving his face into her neck again, allowing her hair to obscure him, then he nipped and kissed his way along her skin.
"And?" She shivered from his attentions, a small smile creeping onto her face.
"Just stating the obvious."
She tilted her head and stared down at him.
"Why? Did you have something planned?"
"Well, I'm working with Severus this summer as you know, but other than that, I plan on spending as much time as I can with my witch."
"I think that can be arranged, Mr. Malfoy."
They sat there in silence for a bit before Draco sighed, and then eyed the rest of the common room en masse. Most of his classmates were hanging with their House years...while his mates were over in the corner talking amongst themselves.
He knew he had a history of being rather surly when Slytherin lost, which only seemed to happen against Gryffindor—so his fellow snakes knew to give him a wide berth.
Which he usually appreciated.
Mostly.
"How about we raid the kitchens to get something to eat?" He asked.
Hermione nodded in agreement, "I am rather famished."
Draco helped her up then called over to his friends, "Oi! Blaise, Theo, Daphne, we're gonna head out to get some food. You guys want to join us?"
The three of them stood immediately and followed, talking about summer plans, as they made their way to the kitchens. When they got there, Hermione tickled the pear on the portrait and the doorway opened, allowing them to enter inside. The Hogwarts Elves as always, were eager to make them a basket of edibles, which they took and headed up to the Astronomy Tower for a late evening picnic.
Once situated and a blanket transfigured from Draco's scarf, Hermione passed out the fare and the five of them ate in silence until she felt the need to ask something that had been weighing on her mind for a while.
"So, how long have you been planning on taking over the Wizengamot?"
Four sets of eyes landed on hers, three were filled with surprise but one was inordinately pleased despite being called out on his plotting.
"Not long." Draco admitted easily, reaching for a green apple with a small smirk.
"How?" Theo inquired.
"Did I guess?"
They all nodded.
"Draco let me read a letter from Lucius recently, and that combined with his sudden willingness to allow Sirius to take back over the mantle of Lord Black, it just seemed to fit the narrative I've been pondering."
Blaise chuckled while Daphne just shrugged, not bothered in the least.
"Things need to change, Hermione, even you have to agree that certain traditions and ways of doing things just don't make sense any longer?"
"I do. I've thought about little else this year, since finding out I was a Prewett. I was and still am in so many ways, woefully unprepared for life in the magical world from the traditional aspect. So many things I wished to have known, but would've never been privy to, being raised a Muggle-born."
"Does it bother you more now than it did before?" Theo asked lowly and she took a moment to think about that question seriously.
Was she more bothered now?
Now that she knew what she'd been denied?
"I think before, I was so consumed with being the best academically that nothing else seemed as important. It felt like I was constantly having to prove myself good enough to belong here."
She could see Draco's jaw clenching, and even Theo seemed uncomfortable.
"We were right gits," Blaise admitted with a sigh, "I'd mentioned it to this lot a while ago, that we misjudged you. Made our assumptions on a faulty premise. I think that's why it was easier to go along with Draco's plan at the beginning of the school year. I have friends in other Houses, but couldn't really acknowledge it openly, due to prejudices. It's not right, but things have been better this year."
"And I hate to say it," Theo groused out in ire, "but Dumbledore fed on those prejudices. He encouraged them even. He controlled the narrative for so long as to the fact that everyone saw Slytherin House as the embodiment of all things dark and evil, that it was easier for all of us to fit into that role. All we had was each other for support."
"I'm sorry, Theo." Hermione gripped her cousins hand in solidarity, "I wish things had been different."
"But they can be now," Daphne interrupted with a firm nod, "we can effect change. It may take years, but with a good, solid plan?"
"Hence why we need to control the votes in the Wizengamot." Draco explained.
"My Grandmother mentioned something about the Prewett family seat earlier this year."
"Are you going to take it?" Draco asked with interest, and Hermione nodded.
"I am. If what you have planned is what I hope it will be, then yes, I would like to help and be a part of that change."
The Slytherin's didn't seem to be too shocked by her declaration, which she was grateful for.
Draco pulled her into his lap, his need to touch her a living, breathing thing.
Daphne and Blaise snickered, but Theo just eyed them speculatively.
Then his expression darkened noticeably as he ground out, "You've sealed the bond, haven't you?"
Hermione blushed deeply in surprise by the question, but Draco glared at his friend even though he didn't confirm nor deny Theo's intrusive query.
"Do you know what you've done?!" Theo stood up and sneered down at Draco.
"He didn't do anything, Theodore Nott!" Hermione's voice wavered slightly, but everyone could tell she was very upset, "It was my decision."
Theo scoffed, but she wasn't having any of her cousin's antics.
"Theo, it's true. This was meant to be. Why can't you support my decisions, even if you don't agree with them?"
Draco didn't say anything, but his entire body language was radiating his ire at his friend. He didn't like seeing his witch upset, but be knew Hermione well enough to know that she would want to handle this herself.
But Theo was working on his last nerve.
Theo for his part, could see Hermione's worry as she stared him down. When he glanced over at Draco, the prat was glaring up at him like he wanted to throttle him.
"But...you both know what this means, right?"
"We do." Hermione nodded.
Theo collapsed on the blanket and covered his face with his hands, causing Daphne to tsk at him.
"You're being such a drama queen, Theodore. This has absolutely nothing to do with you. Hermione and Draco are fated, and as such, we need to offer them our unwavering support." The blonde witch then turned to her new friend and grinned, "You do know that your Grandmother and Narcissa are probably planning your wedding even as we speak."
Hermione gaped in horror before she turned to Draco and he just nodded reluctantly, holding his hand out for his witch to take.
"Really?" She squeaked, as she was pulled down once again, into Draco's lap.
"Yes," he drawled confidently, "and this is not the way I'd wanted this conversation to go, so thank you all for that."
At least both Daphne and Theo had the decency to try and appear contrite.
"And how did you hope this would go?" Hermione asked quietly.
"I was planning on doing this a bit more intimately, love."
"Oh!"
Draco sighed in resignation, but then called out, "Flixy."
A small elf popped into the parapet, and Hermione smiled at the dainty elf, whose small pink pillow case had a large flower on the front.
"Yes, Master."
"Can you go to Mother and ask her for the item I requested her to get for me?"
The elf bobbed it's head and left only to return a few moments later with a small box in its hands.
"Mistress told me to tell you Master, that she will expect you to write to her tomorrow."
"Yes, Flixy, tell mother I will do that."
The elf nodded and popped away, leaving Draco fiddling with the box.
"Draco..." Theo's voice was apologetic, but Draco just sneered at him even though he didn't reply.
Then he felt Hermione's hand on his arm and when he looked down into her deep blue eyes, he smirked when he noticed she was biting her lip as she was wont to do when she was anxious about something.
"You don't have to..."
"Shush, love. I was going to do this all proper, but apparently that's not possible now."
"Prat." She grinned, but Draco shrugged as he placed the box in her hand and said, "This is for you. It's not an engagement ring, although I suppose we are technically married at this point, for all intents and purposes—however, this is more along the lines of a promise ring."
Hermione nodded, opening the box and inside was a ring almost exactly like Draco's. It had the Malfoy family crest on it, and was made of goblin silver.
"In my family, this ring is given to a chosen bride to be," Draco clarified, "it has protection spells, a locator spell and is charmed to be worn only by you. My ancestor Armand Malfoy, had a few sets of these made nearly 1000 years ago. My Father has one, and my Mother's is the mate to it. The one I wear," he lifted up his right hand, where the Malfoy ring was prominently on display on the third finger of his right hand, "and this is the mate to it."
Hermione's breath hitched, picking up the ring from the box, and felt the magic of it accept her. Draco took it and slipped in onto her right index finger, where it instantly sized down to fit. The Malfoy family magic pulsated through her body, and she felt her eyes water at how wonderful it was...like safety, home and love.
Draco then took her hand and kissed the back of it, his expression filled with utter adoration.
"Perfect."
"Thank you."
"You're welcome, Princess." Draco then turned back to his friends, who were watching the scene with something akin to amused acceptance.
Blaise then lifted his glass in a toast.
"To my best mate and his future lady. May you always challenge each other and please try not to kill each other."
"Nice." Draco deadpanned.
"Just keeping it real, mate." Blaise mocked, and everyone laughed—knowing that Blaise was only half-joking, "And for the record, I will expect to be named best wizard at your wedding and Godfather to your first born."
Hermione flexed her hand and turned Blaise's hair pink, which had everyone except for the wizard in question, howling like mad.
When Draco dropped Hermione off at Gryffindor Tower on his way back to Slytherin, he gave her a heated kiss in parting and asked how long Blaise's hair would remain looking like that.
"It'll be gone by morning."
"Shame." He smirked, before planting another kiss on her lips.
As she watched him leave, she stared down at her new accessory, making an incredulous snort of disbelief.
She was actually going to marry Draco Malfoy!
And the amazing thing was, she was actually beyond delighted about the prospect.
Who would've ever thought?!?
Chapter 86: Scary and Brilliant
Summary:
Harry and Hermione plot, with a little bit of help from Muriel.
Chapter Text
The next few weeks flew by and before Hermione knew, it was time to return home to Fosgate Hall. Harry was dreading it however, as he wasn't exactly keen to help plan the Garden Party that would be required of both he and his sister.
The trials for Pansy, Olivia and Therese had yielded a mixed bag of results.
Adrian of course, made it his mission to make sure all three witches paid for their part in Hermione's abduction. He'd worked closely with Lord Greengrass's solicitor in helping to solidify that the punishments fit the crimes.
Pansy was sentenced to Azkaban for ten years, which had been surprising only inasmuch as everyone thought she'd be incarcerated much longer. Yet due to her age, the Wizengamot unilaterally decided on a shorter stint in Azkaban and a longer probationary sentence. She would essentially be on House Arrest for ten years after her prison sentence and her wand would be monitored for an additional ten years after her confinement was completed.
Pansy also had to pay a fine to Daphne Greengrass of fifty thousand galleons.
Lord Parkinson negotiated a lighter sentence for himself, which included a hefty fine of two hundred thousand galleons and probation, and in return, Draco got the wizard to agree to a Wand Oath that the man would offer his unconditional support for any changes Draco wished to bring forth to the Wizengamot in the future.
Therese had been sentenced to three years in Azkaban and another ten on probation with wand restrictions, along with a considerable fine of ten thousand galleons.
Lord Rowle had been incensed, and vowed to get revenge.
Both Lucius and Thoros were watching the wizard closely.
Olivia Shardlow had been sentenced to six years probation with wand restrictions. She was the only one who'd managed to evade expulsion from Hogwarts, with the caveat that she would finish her studies at home.
Her mother had been immensely grateful and relieved by that fact, as well as the provision that there was no monetary fine assigned.
Adrian though, confronted Olivia directly once her hearing was done, and while he wouldn't admit to what was said—Olivia Shardlow had agreed upon completion of her probation, she would leave England for good.
Then there was Padfoot, who'd been incensed when Amelia had come calling on him the week after summer hols had started. She'd shared Draco's generous offer, and as expected, Sirius had staunchly refused to take his title as Head of House Black—back.
"But, Padfoot?" Hermione lamented the following evening at dinner. It was just she, Harry and Muriel along with Sirius and Remus. Tonks was busy working and Andromeda and Ted had left for Greece on a much needed holiday. "Why don't you want to? Don't you think it might be a good idea to make sure that what happened to you doesn't ever happen to anyone else, ever again?"
"Low blow, little kitten." Sirius shook his head, "I don't have any desire to play nice with the Pureblood snobs at the Ministry."
"And what about Harry and me?" Hermione continued on, "You've agreed to resume your Auror training once Harry goes back to school in the fall. Think of all the good you can do!"
Sirius just leveled his most disgusted look at both she and Harry, but Remus was chuckling at how ridiculous his best mate was being.
"I mean, think about it? I was thinking we could start with werewolf rights! And then maybe some early childhood integration programs for Muggleborns. Think of how much better it would be for them to learn about our world sooner! Maybe change some of the Hogwarts curriculum?"
Padfoot smirked at how much like her mother, Hermione appeared in that moment.
Always fighting for the little guy, was Marlene.
Always trying to be better and do better.
He side-eyed Remus, who was gazing at Hermione fondly—his eyes shining with nostalgia.
"She's so much like Marley it's scary, innit it?" Sirius whispered under his breath, knowing that Moony could hear him due to his werewolf traits. Remus nodded, watching Hermione continue to pontificate on all the things she wanted to change.
"Are you listening to me, Padfoot?"
"Of course, kitten. Just caught up in the past for a bit. You're so like your Mum sometimes, it just tugs at my heart."
"Oh!" Hermione bit her lip and then sighed, "Do you regret?"
"No!" Sirius was quick to reply, knowing exactly where Hermione was going with that question, "If anything, I'm thrilled to be able to watch both you and Harry grow up and have families of your own. I never thought in a million years it'd be my cousin, but surprisingly Draco seems like a decent kid. Which I'm still having a hard time dealing with, since his Father is a right piece of work."
"Lucius Malfoy would never have been my choice for a Father-in-Law," Hermione admitted reluctantly, even knowing what she did after watching Draco's memories, but it still didn't completely absolve Lucius of all the hateful things he'd done, in her humble opinion, "but I think he's trying to do better, even if it is in small steps."
"That wizard is the consummate Slytherin," Muriel interrupted, "but he values family and tradition. He loves his wife and son very much."
"I know," Hermione agreed, "and that's why I'm deferring judgment. I love Draco, and I want us to have a good life together."
"I still can't believe you're bonded to the ferret." Harry quipped, earning a scowl from his sister and a chortle from their Godfather.
"When's the wedding?" Remus piped in, and Hermione blushed while Muriel just tutted at the segue.
"Next summer, after they graduate."
"Grandmother..."
"My dearest girl," Muriel began, and Hermione could hear the admonishment in her tone, "you two are bonded. Whilst I'm hopeful contraceptive charms and potions will work, I'm not convinced they will work forever. It's been two days since you've seen Draco, how is your magic faring?"
Hermione scowled as she replied unhappily, "On edge."
"Because your magic is missing its other half. You will need to be married sooner rather than later. From what Minerva has shared, you and your betrothed will be Co-Heads when term resumes. You'll have private quarters. I think Draco would agree, that a marriage once you're done with school, would be prudent."
Hermione nodded, as she didn't want to argue the point.
"And have you and Lady Malfoy decided where the ceremony is to take place?"
"Malfoy Manor." Muriel felt there was no need to prevaricate the issue, "Your Magic has blessed the lands here and at McKinnon Manor. Your marriage bonds will fortify the wards at Malfoy Manor for centuries to come. Your first-born will be the heir to the Malfoy name."
"About that," she remembered a bit of what her Grandmother had mentioned during the contract negotiations with Lord Malfoy, "what did you and Lucius finally decide upon."
"You mean, when it comes to your and Draco's children?"
"Assuming we have more than one, yes."
Muriel took a sip of her wine and felt the collective eyes of everyone weighing upon her. She then grinned in satisfaction as she shared the truth.
"Lucius Malfoy is a stubborn wizard. At first, he couldn't see the wisdom nor the necessity of equating a similar value on a female heir to that of a male. That being said," Muriel put her hand up when she noted her granddaughter's look of displeasure, "I was able to convince him of the sagacity of such a codicil."
"How?"
"By reminding him of a simple undeniable truth."
"Which was?" Sirius interrupted, as he too was beyond curious as to how Muriel had bested Lucius Malfoy.
"That if he didn't agree to the terms, his wife would make his life a living hell."
Sirius broke down in riotous laughter, while Remus just shook his head and both Harry and Hermione sat back stunned.
"Would Narcissa Malfoy really..." Harry asked.
"Yes!" Was replied instantaneously by Muriel, Sirius and Remus.
"Narcissa loves Draco more than anything in this world. There is nothing she wouldn't do for her son," Muriel clarified, and Hermione could only silently agree. She'd seen enough of Draco's memories to know how much Narcissa loved him, "and according to Narcissa, Draco made his preference known to her last summer."
"Did he tell her as such?" Hermione wondered aloud, but Muriel shook her head.
"Not in words, but in action," Muriel elaborated shrewdly, "apparently the night of the Summer Ball, the moment you walked into the room, dearest, and she saw her son's reaction—she knew. Once you made the decision on giving Draco a chance, I had tea with Narcissa and shared my concerns with her. I knew Lucius would use all his talents at manipulation to try and negotiate a contract for his sole benefit and that of the Malfoy line, but I counted on the fact that for all his faults—the man worships the ground his wife walks on."
"And you used it to your advantage." Sirius winked, impressed in spite of himself.
"Of course I did."
Both Hermione and Harry just grinned at each other, before Harry piped up and said, "You're brilliant and scary, Aunt Muriel. Just like Hermione."
"Why thank you, dear. I'm so glad you approve." Muriel then turned her full attention back to Hermione, "So, yes—if you have more than one child, then the contract states that whether that child be male or female—they will carry the Prewett name and be the Heir to this House. If you have a third child, then that child will become the presumptive Heir to the McKinnon estate."
"And if Hermione has a fourth child?"
"Hush your mouth, Harry James Potter!" Hermione demanded but she blushed too, as she eventually sent an inquisitive look to her Grandmother.
"Well, that would be up to you and Draco but..." Muriel glanced over at Sirius and then said thoughtfully, "do you plan on having any children of your own, Sirius?"
The Maurader blanched, paled and coughed out uncomfortably.
"I'll take that as a 'no'—correct?"
Sirius blushed profusely, but didn't deny the assumption.
"Then perhaps the Black family could do with an Heir of its own." Muriel concluded, with a pleased little smile.
Hermione glanced over at Padfoot, and his expression was somewhat thoughtful.
He actually didn't seem to hate the idea.
"I left the Black vaults to Harry though." Sirius clarified after a moment.
"Padfoot..."
Sirius shook his head and stated firmly, "If there is to be a Black Heir, then Harry's second born will have that right. I can take the Lordship back, with the proviso that I will be able to change that absurd right of succession law. Harry has just as much right to the Black legacy as Draco—so therefore, so does his children."
Harry blushed as he gazed over at his sister, who was smiling widely at him. He was worried for a split second that Hermione might be offended on behalf of Draco, but it seemed as if she agreed with Padfoot.
Which he'd known all along she would be, but still...
"Are you sure, Sirius?"
"It'll be fine, Harry."
Harry nodded and tried not to look too smug, but Hermione's voice inside his head had him turning his head away, lest he give away their plan.
"Nice work, Brother mine."
"You called it, Sister mine. Sometimes I think you've turned into a snake."
"Whatever gets the job done."
Harry snickered softly, but decided that a little deception never hurt anyone.
Not if the end result justified the means.
Based on Muriel's satisfied expression and Remus soft smile, Harry was pretty sure they both knew that Padfoot has just been played by his Godchildren.
Then he saw Hermione wink subtly at her Grandmother, and Harry just shook his head.
Prewett women were scary as fuck.
Chapter 87: Officially a Sap!
Summary:
Draco visits Fosgate Hall and has a nice chat with Sirius.
Chapter Text
"Hello, my love."
Hermione lifted up her head and a wide smile broke out onto her face. She didn't waste a second after that before she stood from her usual spot on the library terrace and ran to her wizard, jumping up into his arms and snogging him senseless.
From his needy groan and passionate response, she knew he'd missed her too.
"Too bloody long." He murmured, breaking the kiss and inhaling his witch's scent of vanilla and plumeria.
"I know." She agreed, kissing her way down Draco's neck in earnest as he walked them both back onto the terrace and sat them down with Hermione draped over him—her legs still wrapped around his waist.
"You're lucky my Mother is downstairs with Muriel, having tea. I don't think she'd be impressed with you welcoming me in such a fashion."
She giggled, then bit a sharp retort onto Draco's neck in retaliation.
"I on the other hand, have no such complaints."
He leant down and covered his vixen's mouth with his own, pushing Hermione down into the soft cushions as he lay his body on top of hers.
So caught up in their reunion, they didn't hear Padfoot approaching in his animagus form, until he jumped up on Draco's back and licked his ear.
"Gross!" Draco cried out, pulling back with a irritated sneer on his face, "Hermione! Tell your Godfather to stop antagonizing me!"
She smiled and shook her head, trying to give Padfoot her sternest look and failing miserably. "Padfoot, that's enough."
The Grim chuffed, sat down on his back haunches and wagged his tail while his tongue lolled outside his mouth in what looked to be a grin of some kind.
"You're a bit late to the party, cousin." Draco mocked, "I've already deflowered your Goddaughter most spectacularly. We don't require a chaperone anymore."
"Draco!!!" Hermione shrieked, her cheeks flaming with embarrassment, while Padfoot growled deeply in warning.
But Draco could only smirk in satisfaction, waggling his eyebrows suggestively.
"You both are incorrigible!" Hermione lamented, pushing Draco off of her and stood up—primly readjusting her skirt and huffing out haughtily, "I'm going to see what Grandmother plans for dinner. You both try and behave."
"But, love..."
"Don't but love me, Draco Lucius Malfoy!"
Hermione stomped out of the library, whilst Draco sat back on the lounger, watching her go with a disgruntled expression on his aristocratic face.
When Hermione was gone, he turned to his cousin and drawled out, "Do you really have to act like such a brute?"
Sirius morphed back into his human form, smirking down at the young pup and replied, "Do you really need to accost my Goddaughter where anyone could walk in and see you both?"
"She accosted me!"
Sirius scoffed, clearly not believing that his little kitten was capable of such a thing.
Draco however waved a hand, inviting his cousin to take a seat which surprisingly, he did.
"So, I've been informed that you've decided to take me up on my offer?"
Padfoot just gave the young wizard a dubious look, but nodded.
"I was summarily outwitted by two very conniving witches and my traitorous Godson into reclaiming my birthright. Not that I wanted the infernal thing, but I suppose I could try and make some use out of it. If for no other reason than to piss my Mother's portrait off."
"Great Aunt Walburga..." Draco shivered in disgust.
He'd met the witch, maybe once?
It was more than enough.
"Dear old Mother was a right piece of work. She hated me with a singular passion and loved my brother as much as she was capable of."
"And your Father?"
"Dear old Dad was a purist, same as your Grandfather. When I was sorted into Gryffindor, I became the family pariah. I never did hold with that blood purity bullshite." Sirius then stared down his cousin and growled out, "You were a right little prick to my Goddaughter in school. A right tosser too, from what I remember. Remus shared a few things with me about what a pampered little Princeling you were kitten's third year at school, but from what Harry has shared, you've turned over a bit of a new leaf. So what are you up to, cousin?"
"What makes you think I'm up to anything, cousin?"
"You're Lucius Malfoy's son. Whether I like the man or not...and I'm most definitely not a fan...your Father is as cunning as they come. I would imagine a bit of that has rubbed off on you over the years."
"Some." Draco saw no reason to deny it.
"So?"
"What do you wish to know?"
"Harry seems to think you've got some big plan brewing?"
"Perhaps."
"And this plan is contingent on me claiming back my birthright and rightful place in society?"
"Could be."
Sirius chuckled, as he eyed Draco speculatively.
"Does kitten know what you've got planned?"
"I don't keep secrets from my witch," Draco admitted with a self-righteous smirk of his own, "and we both know what my Princess is capable of when vexed properly. I may be a cunning snake, but I'm also a self-preservationist at heart."
"Smart kid."
"So I've been told."
"She loves you."
"And I love her," Draco's voice was firm and uncompromising, "and I have for much longer than I'd ever admit to, under normal circumstances. I didn't think I'd ever get the chance to be with her, at least, not in the ways I had hoped to be."
"Because you thought she was Muggleborn."
Draco nodded. "You know what it's like growing up as the Heir of a Noble House. The expectation is tremendous. There aren't many choices to be had, unless you want to be blasted off the family tree."
"And what about your children, cousin?" Sirius leant forward, his body language radiating a kind of menace that made Draco wary, even if he appreciated the sentiment behind it.
"What about them?" He prevaricated, not sure he wanted to have this conversation with Hermione's Godfather.
"Don't play dumb, kid. It doesn't suit you."
Draco huffed, but didn't reply.
"Look," Sirius began hesitantly, "I know it might not be easy for you to admit, but we both know that my Goddaughter isn't going to give a rat's arse about blood status. All she's going to care about is whether or not her kids find someone who will love and accept them, flaws and all. You have some time to think on it, but if you might be willing take a piece of advice from someone a bit wiser than you? Don't allow your Grandfather nor your Father's ideology to dictate how you raise your kids. If you care at all about them and your witch, try and be a bit more accepting, and practice what you preach."
"Why do I get the impression that you don't think I'm capable of such a thing?"
"I don't know," Sirius taunted smugly, "are you?"
Draco didn't reply, watching his cousin stand and leave the room, giving him food for thought.
Would he truly be alright with his children marrying a half-blood or a Muggleborn?
He knew Hermione wouldn't have a problem with it, and perhaps he was putting the cart before the horse...but it did bear some serious consideration.
He stood up and left the library, and walking towards the stairs he heard his witch talking with his Mother.
"I would love to take you to Paris with me," his mother's voice rang out, "there are some superlative shops where we can browse for a summer trousseau as well as find a suitable wedding dress that you might like. Anything custom would take several months to procure."
Draco heard Hermione sigh, "I'm not a big shopper, unless it's for books, Lady Malfoy."
"Dearest, I've told you to call me Narcissa. Or Mother, if you'd prefer. I know I can't take the place of Marlene, or your adoptive Mother, Helen...but I would hope given time, you might come to see me as someone you can confide in."
Draco grinned warmly.
He knew how much his mother missed having Cassie to raise.
There were so many things that a Mother could only enjoy with a daughter.
He also knew how tender-hearted his witch was, and that she would give his Mother a chance.
"I would be honored, Narcissa." The tenor of his witch's voice was genuine, which filled him with relief, "I know how much you love Draco, and I hope you know that I only want the best for him too. I just hope I can make him as happy as he's made me."
Draco peered around the corner and gazed down the stairs, where his Mum was standing with Hermione.
He almost gasped in surprise, when his Mother enveloped Hermione in a hug.
He hadn't seen his Mum do that in quite some time.
His expression melted, as he watched Hermione return the affection, and then her eyes looked up at that moment and caught his.
He mouthed "Love you," and she smiled widely before returning the sentiment.
When his Mother pulled away, she cupped Hermione's cheeks in her hands.
"My Dragon adores you. I don't think I've ever seen him smile as much as I have these past two weeks. My boy has always been rather serious, but with you he seems so much lighter, so I thank you for that."
"He's rather different than I thought he was."
"I don't doubt it," Narcissa tutted, "it's a Malfoy trait, I'm afraid. Lucius is very much the same way with everyone else."
"Except you."
Narcissa nodded and replied smugly, "Except me."
"I think Paris sounds lovely."
"Good. I will make the arrangements and we will leave the afternoon after next. Draco and Lucius will surely wish to attend us. I know my Dragon will insist on joining us."
"You would be correct, Mother." Draco drawled, as he walked down the stairs.
Narcissa turned around and beamed at her son, who smirked affectionately at his Mother before walking over and pulling his witch into his side, placing a gentle kiss on her temple.
"Paris sounds like a perfect place to spend a week."
"A whole week?" Hermione queried, her eyes sparkling with delight.
"Of course. We will need at least that long to visit every bookstore on the Rue de Magique."
"That sounds lovely!"
Draco's smirk widened as he gazed down at his witch, who was smiling shyly up at him.
"But for now, love? I was promised a walk in the gardens. I haven't seen you in a few days and I've been missing you." He then turned to his Mum, "I hope you don't mind, Mother."
"Not at all, my Dragon. Go enjoy the lovely afternoon. I'll let Muriel know where you've both gone off to."
Bowing his head in thanks, Draco escorted his witch back out to the gardens where they walked along the path towards the greenhouses.
"So I had an interesting talk with your Godfather."
"Oh?" Hermione quirked an eyebrow at that admission, "What did Padfoot want."
"He wants to make sure that I take good care of you. He also asked about how we're going to raise our future children."
Draco felt Hermione stiffening slightly, and looking down, he could see her brow furrowing in confusion.
"Why would Sirius ask such a thing?"
"I suppose it's because he knows how strongly you feel about equality and wants to make sure that I'm going to be on board with that."
Hermione nodded minutely, as she bit her lip in consternation. She understood Padfoot's concerns, but it was a bit early to be worrying about such things.
"What did you tell him?" She asked after a few moments of silence.
"I honestly didn't know what to tell him," he admitted reluctantly, "probably because I haven't given it much thought. I know we will, Magic willing, have an heir. The Malfoy family has only ever had a single child for longer than I care to admit. But, I'm hoping that we will have more than one child, and I think you know why."
"I do." Hermione replied quietly, as she gripped Draco's arm tighter, "I would too."
"Yeah?"
"Yes."
"How many children would you like to have, if given a choice?"
She thought about it, but the answer was fairly easy to make.
"Three. I would like to honor our families and I suppose it would be nice for each of our children to have a House to call their own. I know that a son is required to carry on the Malfoy name, but I'd be happy with a girl for either House Prewett or House McKinnon."
"And Muriel?" Draco wondered aloud, "What do you think she'd want?"
"I think she'd say that either would be fine, but I think—deep down—she'd prefer a son to carry on the Prewett family name. I know the tradition of constellations is held deeply in the Black line, and I would like to honor my Godfather by maintaining that tradition."
Draco sighed in relief, "Thank you, my love."
Hermione stopped and gazed up at her wizard, "Did you really think I'd be against it?"
"I'd sincerely hoped not."
"Silly wizard," she giggled, "I even have some ideas on names that I rather like."
"Really?"
She nodded.
"Well? Don't leave me in suspense Princess, spit it out!"
Her soft giggle morphed into full belly laughter, as she grinned widely at Draco's glare of impatience.
But she figured she'd take pity on him.
It was cruel to tease.
Mostly.
"Well for a boy? I like the names Scorpius, Leo and Archer. For a girl? I like the names Lyra, Phoebe and Astrid."
Draco mulled around the choices in his head and finally nodded in agreement, "I like Scorpius and Lyra the best. I think though—if we have a second son, that Leo would be a good choice for a first name and Fabian to honor your father and grandmother."
"Leo Fabian Prewett-Malfoy?"
Draco hummed in the affirmative.
It did have a nice ring to it.
"Very Gryffindor." He baited, and Hermione just pushed up against him, but her lips quirked in a half smile.
"Scorpius Draco Malfoy." She said after a moment, and he puffed out his chest with pride.
"A very good name."
"Prat."
"You love this prat."
"Oddly enough, I do." She snarked, which earned a firm swat on her backside for her cheek.
"Lyra Hermione McKinnon-Malfoy?" He asked, and she shook her head.
"Lyra Muriel McKinnon-Malfoy."
Draco chuckled but nodded, as he couldn't refute his witch's desire to honor her Grandmother after such a fashion.
"You do realize," he said after a moment, "that we could very well be picking out the actual names of our future brood?"
She just gave him an incredulous look.
"And?"
"Just checking," He quipped with ease, "but we need to get in a lot of practice before we start having babies, love."
"Draco!" She nudged him hard, "We aren't going to be married for at least a year! And I would like to finish my Charms Mastery before I start popping out children!"
He pulled her into his embrace and kissed her soundly before whispering deeply into her ear, "Hopefully the magic of our bond will play along, my sweet love."
"It will, if it knows what's good for it." She bantered back petulantly, causing him to smile indulgently at her.
"I suppose only time will tell." He said after another heated kiss.
As they continued to walk through the grounds, they discussed many things and Draco realized belatedly, as he left that evening to return home, that he couldn't wait for next summer to arrive.
If he could get away with it, he'd marry Hermione tomorrow.
Something told him however, that his idealist little hellion wouldn't be agreeable to such an idea.
So, he'd have to be patient and wait.
Merlin!
It was official!
He was a fucking sap!