Edited 10/11/2023 Minor Grammar/Spelling
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Friday, September 18, 1998
Hermione woke that morning feeling rather ecstatic for the day. She was going back to Hogwarts! She'd laid out her robes the night before and was planning on leaving with Draco in the morning. That was definitely a perk of having their Floo connected to his quarters. She was bouncing out of bed long before she needed to be and was sitting at the table before Draco even got out of the shower.
When he came down to join her it was only the two of them. "I'm rather excited to show you my luxurious digs," he teased.
"Anywhere you are is where I want to be, plus it will help me imagine you all alone in your bed on Wednesdays when Theo is ravaging me…" she smirked.
"Gods you're so…." he trailed off, running his eyes up her body lasciviously.
"Come along, Professor Malfoy, I believe I have a tour to take of your quarters, before I'm expected at my meeting."
Draco shot up and practically dragged her to the Floo. When they'd made it through, she barely had a moment to look before he'd pressed her against the small fireplace. "All I think about is you…" he groaned.
She let out a whimper. She'd been so very horny this week. She could practically come untouched at this point. Just as he began to unstring her top, a knock came at the door. He leaned his forehead into his right elbow, which was above her shoulder leaning on the wall.
"Professor Malfoy?" said a sensuous voice from the other side of the door.
Draco straightened his robes and adjusted Hermione's strings. He turned to the door and wrenched it open. "Yes, what is it Miss Greengrass?" he drawled, very clearly bored.
"Well I was hoping to catch you before you made your way up to the Great Hall," she said, and Hermione could see her long, blond hair flip over her shoulder.
"Ahem, mon étoile," Hermione said huskily from behind him. "Who is this little one?" Hermione smiled at Astoria, pretending not to know who she was. After a moment, she blinked, "Oh! Draco, I'd totally forgotten that Astoria was still at Hogwarts. Daph had mentioned the house feeling empty, but it totally slipped my mind!" she tittered out a laugh.
Astoria looked annoyed, but quickly reigned in her face. "Oh, Lady Nott, what a pleasure!" she cooed.
Draco looked at her sharply, "Miss Greengrass, you seem to have forgotten her actual title."
Astoria blinked at him innocently. "Oh, don't blame the poor girl, my love," Hermione said, coming to his side and tucking herself in against him. "It's so easy to forget that you're my husband when we are still keeping it fairly hush hush."
Astoria looked like she'd swallowed a lemon. "I apologise, Lady Malfoy Nott, I mean no disrespect."
Draco looked at her, playing up the sickeningly sweet act they had going. He rested his hand on her stomach and kissed her on the cheek. Hermione didn't tear her eyes away from Astoria. She almost felt bad for the girl when Draco whispered about the Malfoy Heir.
"Did you need Draco for anything, Astoria?" Hermione asked, "He was just about to show me to the Board of Governors meeting. I've never been to Hogwarts, it's so much colder than Castelobruxo."
"I can ask him later," Astoria bit out, looking smug.
"I've been asked to help lead the tour later, and Myuh's parents and Theo will be coming to Hogwarts for dinner, so I won't be back until Monday. I hope whatever it is can wait, otherwise I'm sure Slughorn would be happy to help," Draco said shortly. He turned back to Hermione, "Are you ready to walk darling? I know how Scorp has been tiring you out lately."
"You might have to lend me your arm, but we'll manage," Hermione said with a soft smile. Astoria watched them walk away, and Hermione could practically feel the anger rolling off her.
When they'd made it to the conference room, Hermione was panting a bit. The stairs had always been a pain in the arse, but the strongest part of her was her thighs so it never bothered her all that much. He made her stop in the hallway before to catch her breath. "Wouldn't want Lady Malfoy Nott to come in looking too flustered," he said with a grin.
"Huffing and puffing isn't doing it for you?" she asked cheekily.
"Everything you do does it for me," he purred, sprawling next to her on the bench. "Do you recognize that tapestry?"
Hermione looked at the tapestry in question and flushed.
Spring Sixth Year
Hermione and Draco were doing Prefect Rounds together. They'd managed to convince McGonagall that there needed to be more inter-house unity and pretended to begrudgingly pair up. This was the third week of their rounds but because of Harry's obsession, they hadn't been able to debauch the halls of Hogwarts the way they'd wanted to.
"Harry called an extra Quidditch practice," Hermione said conversationally when they were on the Fourth Floor.
"That's good, I'm sure they'll beat Slytherin this year," Draco said, offhandedly. His task had really been getting to him these past few weeks. He was nervous about what was going to happen next.
"Harry. Is. At. Quidditch. Practice," Hermione tried again.
"Good for him?" Draco said, stopping to look at her. "Why should I bloody well car-" His eyes widened, and he looked around the hallway. When he didn't see anyone, he dragged her to the nearest tapestry.
"Now he gets it," Hermione giggled, but was quickly silenced by him pressing her against the wall. The makeout session was heated. He pushed his knee between her legs and encouraged her to grind against it.
"Gods, Hermione, can you really be mine?" he groaned against her neck.
"Yours and Theo's" she moaned back.
"Fuck yeah you are," he said and he pulled her in for another heated kiss. She was almost there, so very close to coming when they heard a couple of people walking down the hall.
"Oh Won-Won!" the squeaky voice of Lavender Brown called out, "You played so well in practice today!"
"I could have sworn Hermione was going to be on the Fourth floor at this point," Ron said, ignoring her.
"If Malfoy's done something to her…" Harry said darkly. Hermione rested her head against the wall, frustrated. Draco rocked his knee back against her core, and reached out to cover her mouth from the moan that forced its way out.
"Come for me, darling," he whispered.
Present Day (9/18/1998)
Hermione grinned at him, "I wish we had time, maybe we can show it to Theo later?"
"Yes, I'm sure your parents would love a tour of all of our old makeout spots," he said with a smirk.
She rolled her eyes and stood, "Come along, Professor Malfoy, I have a meeting to attend, and being late is so gauche."
The day sped by in a series of lengthy conversations. The Board of Governors was a surprisingly diverse mix of Witches and Wizards. It was mostly made up of neutral families although this meeting was filled with the Patriarchs. Hermione held her head high for the whole meeting and made sure to pay attention to the politics in the room.
By the time lunch came, Hermione was starving. Their luncheon was to be with the Head Boy and Girl, a Ravenclaw and a Hufflepuff, much to Hermione's surprise, and the prefects. Thankfully, the Quidditch captains of the teams had been invited to. Ginny walked in with Draco who'd be leading their tour and the three of them sat a little apart from the rest of the group.
"So everything you've dreamed of and more, my lady?" Draco drawled.
Hermione beamed at him, "Thank you so much for letting me head this up. It's fascinating how it's mostly Patriarchs that are in charge of this!"
"Yeah, yeah, you haven't seen me in ages and you want to talk about your bloody job?" Ginny whined.
Hermione laughed, "You're right, so tell me everything."
Ginny launched into a discussion about the state of the Quidditch team and talked about her classes. Hermione noticed that both the Head Boy and Girl continuously glanced at her.
"Tell me about that," Hermione said, darting her eyes to the besotted looking Head Students.
Ginny had the decency to flush, "I've been… exploring like we talked about-"
"And that's me out," Draco said, standing and moving towards the rest of the Board. "We'll be leaving in about 20 minutes. Miss Prewett Nott, you'll escort the Lady?"
Ginny rolled her eyes, "Yes of course. Off you go to shmooze the big wigs." Hermione watched him walk away appreciatively only looking back when Ginny snorted. "You two are so besotted."
"You should see us when your brother is in the mix," Hermione said snottily.
"I've seen it…" she teased. "Anyway, you'll never guess what gossip I heard floating around the halls today."
"Do tell, my life seems to have settled into a routine with only gossip from old married Purebloods."
Ginny looked around to make sure they wouldn't be overheard, "Astoria is telling everyone that she's still going to marry Draco. She was whispering that the baby wasn't Theo's or Draco's."
Hermione saw red. She stood and sauntered over to Lord Greengrass, who was chatting amicably with Draco. "Oh I'm so glad you're both here," Hermione said, silkily.
Ginny had followed behind trying to stop Hermione before she said anything too aggressive, but of course she couldn't be stopped.
"Hello, Darling," Draco said, raising an eyebrow and farting his eyes between a worried looking Ginny and a deceptively calm looking Hermione "you've met Lord Greengrass. Lord Greengrass, my wife, Lady Myuh Malfoy Nott."
"I have, it's a pleasure to see you again," Hermione said. "I was hoping to pick your brains about something."
"Of course Lady Malfoy Nott, how can we assist?" the Greengrass patriarch asked jovially.
"Is it quite normal in Britain to attempt to sever someone else's marriage bond?" the blood drained from Draco's face. "It seems as though the paternity of the next Malfoy Heir has come into question."
"Of course that's not normal, in fact it's so frowned upon that there have been families who exile those who attempt to get in the middle of a Magical Marriage," Greengrass continued. "And as for a false Malfoy Heir, the Magic would never stand for something like that." He elbowed Draco and winked cheekily.
"Is that what your family has done? Exile them?" Hermione asked sweetly.
"Oh yes, the Greengrass family values loyalty above almost all else," he said proudly.
"I'm sure it was just a silly rumour," Draco said nervously.
"Are you telling me that I'm not justified in my concern over someone spreading lies about me, Draco Malfoy?" She hissed, turning to him. "That you wouldn't defend me or your child against slander?"
"Of course not, darling. I'm sure it's just-"
"We'll it simply won't stand," Lord Greengrass said frowning at Draco's reticence, "if someone were to say something about my daughters I'd absolutely have something done!"
Ginny finally said something, "There's a rumour coming out of Slytherin…"
"How disappointing," Lord Greengrass said disapprovingly.
"Er, it's coming from your daughter," Ginny said sheepishly.
"Astoria?" he asked, shocked. Ginny just nodded
"I wouldn't normally spread gossip," she said tentatively, "but that's my nephew in there and I don't take kindly to my family being dragged through the mud."
"I cannot apologise enough for this, Lord Malfoy, Lady Malfoy Nott," he said embarrassed.
"Hopefully we can resolve this peacefully," Draco said, wrapping an arm around Hermione's shoulders.
"I understand that she was quite disappointed about Draco's marriage, but it's no excuse to slander the name of another witch nor the paternity of an unborn baby," Hermione said, standing firm.
"It will be resolved today," he said apologetically.
Moments later Slughorn cleared his throat to call the group's attention. "The students need to be getting back to class, but we'll have our final meeting of the afternoon, then Professor Malfoy will be leading your tour along with your families."
Hermione settled back in her seat, feeling Draco stretch out next to her, draping his arm over the back of her chair. She could barely focus when he had started to play with one of the curls that was hanging down her back. Finally it was time for them to meet her parents and go on their tour.
Lord Greengrass excused himself, nodding formally to Draco. Draco led them down to the entry hall where the other family members were gathered. Hermione went over and hugged her parents. Theo leaned down and gave her a kiss on the cheek and sent a wink to Draco who flushed.
Hermione looped arms with her mother and Draco began to lead the tour. Honestly watching him confidently lead the group dropping historical facts as well as architectural highlights was panty dropping. Eventually she left Jean in the care of Richard so she could lean more heavily on Theo.
"I recognize that this is the pregnancy hormones," she hissed, "but my god does he look dreamy when he's lecturing. I wouldn't have gotten nearly the grades I did if I'd had him as a professor. It almost makes me feel bad for Astoria."
"What happened with Astoria?" Theo asked, curiously.
Hermione filled him in on the gossip, and had to hold him back when he almost went racing to 'give her a taste of her own medicine.'
"Theodore," she groaned, "if you go all chivalrous husband, I'll mount you in the middle of the hallway. I need you to be the sensible one right now."
He huffed but was mildly appeased when Hermione informed him of Lord Greengrass' actions. "If I hear word of anything else coming from that wench's mouth, she'll be sorry," Theo growled.
She whimpered softly. "Please, Theo."
She saw him swallow heavily. "Drake," Theo called when they were close to an alcove, "Myuh needs a break, but you go on, we'll catch up shortly."
He nodded, but his eyes sparkled knowingly.
"Do you want us to wait with you?" Jean asked.
"No, no, you go on ahead," she said softly, "I want you all to see it!"
After a moment Jean and Richard nodded and jogged to catch up.
Theo dragged her into the aforementioned alcove. "Do you want to mess up his tour?" he purred against her lips.
"What do you mean," she moaned as he trailed his tongue along her neck. He blasted a wave of lust through the bond and pushed an image of her panting against the stones. "No, my parents are on the tour," she said aloud and thought through the bond.
"My cock appreciates the visual, but my brain who is giving a tour to my in-laws does not," Draco drawled.
Theo smirked against her neck, but groaned when Draco started thinking his tour through his brain, making sure to add visuals and other things so they couldn't focus on their amorous behaviour.
"You win, you tosser," Theo thought.
"I didn't get to shag her in my quarters this morning, nor shuffle her into an alcove, so join the club," Draco smirked.
Hermione and Theo slowly made their way back to the tour, who was just reapproaching the Great Hall. There had been a table set up close to the front for the Board of Governors. Ginny bounced her way up to the table and greeted Jean and Richard with hugs.
"Myuh has told me so much about you!" she said, pulling Jean to sit next to her. Hermione smiled softly at the pair as they discussed the baby shower and what they'd be doing for Christmas.
Dinner sped by and Hermione was pleased to go home and relax in her bed without much fanfare.
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