A/N: I do not own any character references by JK Rowling in the Harry Potter series. This story is a product of my pure imagination.

But I knew you,
Dancin' in your Levis,
Drunk under a streetlight, I
I knew you.
Hand under my sweatshirt,
Baby, kiss it better, I
And when I felt like I was an old cardigan
Under someone's bed
You put me on and said I was your favorite

A friend to all is a friend to none
Chase two girls, lose the one.
When you are young, they assume you know nothin'

~ Cardigan by Taylor Swift

*~*~* April 12, 2005 *~*~*

What felt like days had only been hours later as Hermione sat beside Harry's bed. They had him under dreamless sleep while his leg repaired itself. Whatever spell Carrow had used on Harry had crushed the bones in his leg. Holding his hand, she felt it twitching, his nerves still under the effects of the Cruciatus curse. Eyeing the bandage around his middle, a scar from the Sectumsempra curse was beneath it. A tear fell from her eye at the thought that Harry wouldn't be here if Draco hadn't been there with Harry.

When Harry fell with the curse tearing through his stomach, Draco pulled him behind a wall and completed the counter-course that Snape had taught him. Without Draco, Harry would have bled out in the field. The idiot that her best friend was, after the counter curse had been cast, his skin and muscles sewn back together, he had jumped up and rejoined the fight. Weakened, he was taken down again with the curse to his leg and the Cruciatus.

Looking up as the door opened, Draco slipped in, "How is he?"

Hermione sighed, "Still sleeping." Hermione held Harry's hand in her palm as Harry's hand twitched, "How long was he under Cruciatus?"

Draco walked over and moved a chair to sit next to her, "Less than 30 seconds, but the doctors mentioned he had untreated damage from prior exposure."

"Probably from multiple exposures," Hermione sighed, "They have him under dreamless sleep for another hour. A dose of Skele-Gro, nerve potion, and pain potions in his system."

Rolling her neck to work out the kinks, Hermione laid her head on Draco's shoulder, "I hate this."

Draco put his arm around her shoulders, "I never had someone like you have Harry. I know you two are very close, so I am sorry you must see him go through this, but we are Aurors. It's not a safe field. Things like this might happen again."

Hermione sighed, "I understand, I do. It just still doesn't make it easy."

Draco leaned over and kissed her temple, "Do you want a coffee?"

"That sounds amazing," Hermione told him as he stood up, "I'll take-"

"Two creams and one sugar… you lunatic, how you get through life with barely any sugar," Draco said with a grin as he went out the door.

Hermione smiled and saw Harry looking at her, "Harry! You are awake. How are you feeling?"

"Like shit. Why do you insist on flaunting him in my face?" Harry asked.

Hermione frowned, "What do you mean flaunting?"

"I just… I can't understand what you see in him," Harry said, hissing, grabbing his leg.

"Don't. It's the Skele-Gro and the pain making you say these things," Hermione said, "Harry, I love Draco. That's what I see in him."

"He is an egotistical bastard half the time," Harry mumbled, "I don't like how close you two are getting."

Hermione huffed, "This is the pain medication talking. You are sounding jealous."

"Shut up, I am not jealous," Harry yelled.

Hermione stood up and breathed, "I don't deserve that, Harry. Now that you are awake, I'm going to go see when you are going to be released. I advise you to go back to sleep and wake up on the correct side of the bed, and when you wake up, apologize."

Leaving Harry's room, she met Draco walking to her.

"Everything okay?" Draco asked, handing her coffee to her.

"Harry woke up, and he can be a bit mean when he is in pain," Hermione told Draco as she blew on her coffee and then took a sip.

"This has happened before?" Draco asked.

"When we were on the run. Nagini attacked Harry. He was still in pain when he woke up and nearly bit my head off when he discovered his wand had been destroyed. He'll get over it," Hermione told him.

*~*~* March 1, 2008 *~*~*

"So, you didn't realize that he was jealous?" Luna asked.

Hermione frowned, "No, because there was no reason for it to me. He didn't remember it when he woke up again. Then, I felt… off for the rest of the week. It didn't help that Harry was stuck at home on leave for a week while he recovered, and they were looking for Carrow, so Draco wasn't put on desk duty. I barely talked to Draco that entire week. That's why we had our big fight later. He kept going quiet on me and not communicating when we weren't seeing each other. I understood he was working, but I knew through Harry that he wasn't on assignment the entire time."

*~*~* April 16, 2005 *~*~*

Looking in the mirror, Hermione used the last of her Sleekeze to position her hair perfectly. Checking her makeup, she glanced at the clock and wondered why Draco was so late when an owl came to the window.

Sighing as she opened the window, she let the owl in and relieved it of its letter, and then let it fly off.

'Hermione,

I'm sorry, but Draco won't be able to attend the gala tonight. He suggests staying home and relaxing or even attending the spa. Just let him know, and he will pay you back.

Best,

Camilla'

Hermione sighed in frustration, tossing Draco's secretary's note aside. She knew dating an Auror could be demanding, but she looked forward to this evening. Being determined as always, she decided to attend it alone. Standing up, she looked in the full-length mirror in her room and her pink gown. With an inhale, she smiled, feeling confidence wash over her. She would have a great night even if Draco could not be at her side.

Looking at the invitation, she stated the floo address. Stepping through, she arrived at the estate of a Pureblood wizard that she had never heard of. At least, she assumed they were Pureblood at the sight of the sprawling grounds.

The more of these events she attended, the easier it became to mingle with people of all kinds. Purebloods, magizoologists, and people within the Ministry were in attendance. Many magizoologists and she were sharing stories about Rolf as they talked, remembering him. Her knowledge and passion for magical creatures had earned her respect in their community despite not being a magizoologist.

Many wizards asked about Draco and took the answer, "An auror's work is never finished," as a suitable answer.

As the gala was winding down, Hermione decided to head to Draco's flat to see if he was there. Stepping out of the floo, she found his flat empty.

A house elf looked up, surprised.

"Hello," Hermione greeted.

"Oh, Miss Granger, I's sorry. I's not to be seen," He said, messing with the bottom of his coat.

"I surprised you. Let me officially introduce myself. I am Hermione," She said as she walked over and held out her hand.

Looking at her wide-eyed, he bowed, "Oh, I's heard great things about yous, Miss Granger. I's is Blippy, Miss."

"It's a pleasure to meet you. I assume you are Draco's elf," Hermione stated.

"Yes, ma'ams, I cleans I do and makes hims food," Blippy told her, "Dids you eat?"

"I did at the gala, but thank you. I am going to wait for Draco in his room. Have a wonderful night," Hermione told him.

"Yous too, Miss. Granger, yous too," The excited elf said.

Hermione walked into Draco's bedroom and let her dress pool to the floor. Kicking her heels from her feet, she climbed into his bed in only her knickers, his familiar scent surrounding her. Inhaling green apples, a musky smell, and the cleaning polish that Blippy was using. Pulling his pillow close, she closed her eyes for a minute.

The bed shifting hours later woke her up as she looked up at Draco with blurry eyes, "I know I should care about the reason why you are naked in my bed, but I will just enjoy it for a moment."

Hermione rubbed her eyes, "Sorry, I let myself in. I fell asleep. What time is it?"

Draco rubbed her arm. " It's nearly 3 a.m. I just got home. As much as I would love to make love to you, we need sleep."

Hermione smiled as he climbed into bed and pulled her close, "Goodnight, Draco."

He lightly kissed her lips, "Goodnight, Hermione."

*~*~* April 18, 2005 *~*~*

Today, Hermione felt a bit off. Harry had returned to the office today after a week off to heal, and with his return to work, she had been on edge all morning. Her thoughts raced with worry. All she could see was him lying in the St. Mungo's bed.

Opal entered Hermione's office to find her pacing, "Everything alright, ma'am?"

Hermione looked at her and saw her holding a folder in her hand. "I am fine. Sorry, just distracted. What do you need?"

"They just need your signature on this form, Ms. Granger," Opal said as she walked over to Hermione, handing her the folder. The spirit at the Dunster castle scared the new owner, and they are trying to kick him out."

Hermione skimmed over the summary paper. The case involved the removal of a particularly stubborn spirit who refused to leave his former home, as the new owners wanted him removed. The new family graciously told the spirit that he was free to roam upstairs and that as long as he didn't disturb them at night, he was free to roam the house other than their bedrooms.

Signing off on the agreement, Hermione handed the paper back without the folder. Realizing it, she grabbed the folder and gave it to her.

"Is everything alright, Ms. Granger?" Opal asked.

"Yes, yes, everything is fine," Hermione said, glancing at the clock. It's nearly 1 p.m. I'm going to take my lunch now."

Without waiting for a response, Hermione left her office and went to the Ministry Munchies canteen. The smell of freshly made sandwiches and cheddar soup filled the air. Ordering three sandwiches, three bags of crisps, and three bottles of water, Hermione took the bag and went up the lift to level two.

When the lift doors opened, she hurried to the Auror office doors. Slowing herself not to seem overly eager, she opened the doors. The Aurors were bustling around, and while the noise and energy were normal, it was causing her anxiety. She walked down to Harry and Draco's cubicles, where she found Harry seated at his desk, papers all over his desk as he was turned facing Draco's desk. He seemed to stare at the photographs pinned to Draco's cubicle's side. There were pictures of Draco with Narcissa, a new one of them and Teddy after taking him to the zoo, and one of her smiling.

Despite Harry looking toward Draco's cubicle, Harry seemed a million miles away, lost in thought.

"Harry," Hermione said softly, making him jump, "Sorry, I didn't mean to scare you."

Harry ran his hand over his face and gave her a small smile, "No, it's okay. I'm just trying to get back in the swing of things. What's up?"

Hermione held up the brown paper bag that she was carrying, "I brought you and Draco lunch."

Harry's eyes lit up, "Thanks, I'm starving."

Hermione opened the bag and pulled out a turkey sandwich, a pack of barbeque crisps, and a water bottle, setting them on his desk. Setting the same on Draco's desk, she closed the bag with her own lunch and held onto it, "I just wanted to see how you were doing."

Harry opened his sandwich and took a big bite. "I'm okay; I'm just tired and have the occasional spasm. Do you have lunch?"

Hermione nodded, showing him the bag, "I'll just go eat it in my office."

Harry scoffed, "Sit at Draco's desk. He just went into a raid meeting. No clue when he will be out."

Hermione sat down at Draco's desk with a smile and began to eat lunch with him.

Hermione told him about the spirit, and Harry told her about the new project that Ron hadn't had a chance to tell her about since he had been staying the night with Luna at her house to help her with the twins.

"Oh, did you see Teddy's hair this morning?" Hermione asked.

Harry shook his head, "No, I left before he woke up. What did he do?"

Hermione laughed, "Somehow, he figured out how to make it do a wave of colors. He thought it was awesome, but he has to concentrate on doing it."

As they laughed, neither noticed Draco return from his meeting. Leaning against his desk, he watched them with a smile. Hermione saw him and smiled at him, "I brought you lunch, honey."

Draco grabbed the sandwich, "Thank you."

"Any progress on the raid?" Harry asked.

Draco shook his head, "Nope, it's canceled. She went underground again."

Hermione glanced at her watch and stood up. She announced, "I need to get back to work."

Draco took her hand as she went to leave, "Thank you, love."

Hermione smiled back, then glanced at Harry, "I have to take care of my boys. You two don't get into trouble."

*~*~* April 21, 2005 *~*~*

Hermione sat in the passenger seat of Draco's new convertible car, the wind whipping their hair as they drove down the winding roads of the coast. For their date night, they decided to turn it into a date day. Draco had picked her up after lunch when it had warmed up a bit because it was a surprisingly sunny and warm day. The temperatures were near 12*C, and she was comfortable with a light warming charm.

They had been visiting the small coastal towns and going to the beaches, not to swim, as the water was like ice. Still, they skipped rocks, built sandcastles, and enjoyed each other instead.

She pushed the hair away from her face and looked at him, "This car is amazing. I am in love."

Draco chuckled, "I knew you would love it. You do know, love, this is how flying feels."

Hermione looked at him, "Nope, you can't convince me."

As they neared the next beach, Draco turned onto a small country road with a dirt path leading to a small lake. Hermione laid back her seat slightly and closed her eyes, enjoying the sun's rays while they had them. Glancing at him as he parked the car, she looked around, "This isn't the beach."

Draco leaned over for a kiss, "Sorry, I couldn't take it any longer."

Hermione grinned, "Can't take what?"

Draco didn't answer. Instead, he pushed his seat back as far as it would go. Hermione's eyes widened when she realized his intentions. Looking around, she cast a notice me not charm on the car just in case and removed her shorts and knickers as he pulled down his own shorts.

Draco's eyes dilated to dark black as she climbed onto his lap. She gripped the steering wheel behind her and sank down on him. Giving up on holding the wheel, she held onto the headrest as the car rocked with their movements. Draco's hands gripped her hips, pulling her down harder as he thrust up into her.

Hermione's head fell back as she chased her orgasm, and her back hit the steering wheel, causing the horn to sound as Draco's fingers found her clit rubbing circles around it. She cried out as she came trembling. Draco followed soon after.

Hermione crawled off his lap and collapsed onto the passenger seat, "Fuck," She said, trying to catch her breath. Looking at the floorboard, she asked him, "Do you see my knickers?"

Draco laughed, "I think you lost your knickers somewhere."

Hermione blushed as she pulled her shorts up, "I guess I did. Probably went under the seat," She said with a grin.

Draco cast the appropriate charms to clean them up and protect her, then waited for her to put her seatbelt back on before putting the car in reverse to get back on the road.

Reaching over, Hermione played with the fringe of his hair, "I love you."

Draco kissed her hand, "I love you too."

Hermione sighed, seeing the sun beginning to set, "Thank you for taking me out today. With tomorrow, it gets my mind off Rolf's funeral."

Draco squeezed her hand, "That was my plan, love."

*~*~* April 22, 2005 *~*~*

It was a gray day compared to the day before. Hermione couldn't help but be amazed at the change in weather. When yesterday was full of sunshine, warmth, and love, today was full of dreary, cold, and sadness, which fit the mood of the day as she stood on the cemetery grounds. Holding onto Draco's arm with one arm, Harry's hand with the other. They stood with Ron and Teddy, supporting Luna as she laid Rolf to rest in the Scamander family cemetery.

Luna's two-year-old twins were too young to understand. Lorcan and Lysander toddled around the cemetery grounds, blissfully unaware. As they chased birds flying in the air, their innocent laughter was bittersweet to the tears being shed. Luna stood near the casket with Newt, his wife Tina, and Rolf's parents, Jake and Amanda.

As the ceremony drew to a close, people gave their condolences and began to disperse, offering condolences to the family.

Luna glanced at them, and Ron turned to Harry and Hermione, "I'm going to head back with Luna. Make sure that she and the boys are okay," Ron told them.

Harry nodded, "Good idea, mate. She will need the support."

Ron called out, "Lorcan! Lysander! Come here, boys!"

The twins came running towards him, their little legs moving as fast as they could. Ron scooped them up effortlessly, one on each arm. Hermione watched with a smile as Ron caught up with the Scamander family, and Luna turned to Ron with a smile.

As the family walked away, Harry and Hermione shared a look. The sight of Ron stepping up like he did this week was a Ron thing to do. Deep down, Hermione wondered if there was more to it.

Harry looked at them and then back at her, and their eyes met.

"No way," Hermione said, shaking her head as she took Draco's hand.

Harry laughed when he realized she understood his thoughts without him having to voice them, "Just saying."

"You didn't say anything. I know how your brain works," Hermione said as she leaned into Draco, finding his comforting presence calming. Harry put his arm around Teddy, and they returned to her car.

Draco opened Hermione's door, "You know that is creepy, right? You both just had a conversation without saying anything."

Hermione looked at Harry as he fastened Teddy into the car, "Not really. We do it all the time."

*~*~* April 23, 2005 *~*~*

Hermione was looking out the airplane window as it cruised through the clouds in a brilliant show of blue sky and white fluff. Glancing at Draco, she smiled as he sat in his seat, looking uncomfortable, "Are you alright?"

Draco shifted in his seat, checking his seatbelt, "I still think we should take a portkey next time," He muttered.

Hermione chuckled, "The first time Harry and I came here, we took portkeys. It took multiple portkeys, and it was horrible."

"It's who you know. You need to get one of the expensive international ones," Draco said as the clouds dipped past the windows so you could easily see the ground below.

"We are nearly there," Hermione informed him.

Draco breathed in relief as the plane finally touched down in Sydney.

Patting his hand, Hermione smiled at him, "See? It wasn't so bad."

Disembarking, they made their way through customs and found their way to the luggage claim. Hermione spotted her father standing by the carousel. His face lit up when he saw them, and Hermione smiled as he waved.

"Hermione!" Dan called out as they approached.

Hermione wrapped her arms around him, "Hi, Dad. You remember Draco."

Draco extended his hand, "Good to see you, Mr. Granger."

"Call me Dan. Where is Harry?" Dan asked, looking at the rest of the passengers coming towards their baggage claim.

"Harry stayed home with Teddy. We weren't sure how he would do on a plane for this long, but with Andromeda's health, we figured it was better," Hermione told him.

Dan nodded, "Let's get you both back to the house. Maria is excited to meet you."

Draco opened her car door so she could get in the passenger side of her father's car. Dan pointed out various sights along the way to Hermione and Draco as they passed them. Draco was quiet in the backseat from jet lag while Hermione took the changes in since she was in Sydney last.

When they arrived at her parents' small house, a tan woman stood at the door. Hermione couldn't help but think how much younger than her father she seemed to be as the car stopped in the drive.

"Hermione! Draco! Welcome!" The woman greeted with a warm smile as they climbed out of the car.

Hermione tried not to show her discomfort as Maria pulled her in for a hug. The woman was blond, thin, and very tan, "It's lovely to meet you, Maria," Hermione told her, "Dad has told me so much about you."

"All good things, I hope," Maria said with a laugh. "Come on. You both must be exhausted."

Hermione set her suitcase on the bed in her room, "I'm fucking exhausted."

Draco laughed, "I brought pepper up. Want a pepper up?"

"Please!" Hermione said as he unzipped his bag.

Dan knocked on the door, causing them to look at him, "Hey, so… there is something that you two should know."

"What is it?" Hermione asked.

"Maria doesn't know about magic," Dan told her.

Hermione glanced at Draco and then looked back to her father. "Do you not want me to tell her?"

"I just don't know how," Dan confessed.

"Well, the statute of secrecy would be waived with you marrying her. So it's alright to tell her, with whatever the laws are here anyway. I guess we can tell her at dinner," Hermione told him.

"Perfect; anything you need me to do? Just tell me," Dan said as he kissed her cheek.

Draco looked at Hermione, "I hope this doesn't go bad."

"You and me both," Hermione mumbled as she returned to unpacking.

Later that night, they all gathered around the dinner table. Maria made them chicken parmesan with yo-yo biscuits for dessert.

The conversation was pleasant. Maria was a dentist in the town that her father had visited, and they immediately hit it off—so well that Dan was thinking of selling the sweet shop and starting another practice. Maria looked at them, "So, Hermione, what do you do?"

"I work in law," Hermione told her as she glanced at Draco, "I am a solicitor."

Maria looked at Draco, "And you?"

"Law enforcement," Draco told her.

"That is exciting," Maria said.

Dan cleared his throat, "Maria, there is something you should know about Hermione and Draco."

Maria looked at them curiously, "What is it?"

Hermione glanced at Draco and took a deep breath. "Maria, Draco, and I are magical, meaning we are a witch and a wizard."

"We found out Hermione was a witch when she turned 11 and was able to go to her school, Hogwarts, where she met Draco," Dan informed her.

"Like Hocus Pocus?" Maria asked, "How does it work?"

Hermione smiled, relieved at Maria's open-mindedness, "It's a bit hard to explain, but we were both born with magic. Some people aren't. In Britain, we call them muggles. In America, they call them no-maj. I can't recall what Australia calls them."

"So what can you do?" Maria asked.

"We can cast spells, brew potions, and travel in ways that might seem impossible over short distances. We have portkeys that we could have taken from the UK here, but it would have been awful travel," Hermione told her.

"Speak for yourself," Draco mumbled, "It's just part of who we are, Maria."

"I had no idea such a world existed," Maria said, amazed.

Dan reached over and squeezed her hand, "It's a lot to take in. One of Hermione's professors came to tell us all about it when she was eleven and walked her through this new world. We just thought it was important for you to know about."

Maria smiled, "Thank you for sharing your world with me. Could I see some spells?"

Hermione engaged her wand from her wand holster, "Sure. Um… how about my very first spell? Wingardum Leviosa."

Maria watched, amazed, as the empty dishes danced in the air. Then Hermione carefully navigated them over to the sink. Smiling, she looked at Hermione, "Now, there isn't a dishwashing spell, is there?"

"There is," Hermione said, flicking her wand, and the scrubber turned the water on and then started washing the dishes, "I still prefer doing them by hand, though. The spell doesn't know when there is a spot it has missed."

"What is your favorite spell?" Maria asked Draco.

"It's not a spell but a charm. I use it often at work. It's called the Disillusion spell," Draco said as he tapped his wand to his head. Hermione watched his body seemingly melt away.

Maria gasped, "Where'd he go?"

"I'm still here," Draco announced, "Finite."

Draco sat beside her, "Comes handy when you are trying to catch criminals."

Maria looked at Hermione, "What is your favorite spell?"

Hermione thought for a moment, "I guess the patronus. Not everyone can cast it, and for those who can, many cannot cast a corporal one. Meaning their patronus does not have form."

Draco looked at her, "You can cast one?" He asked, surprised.

Hermione nodded, "Since our fifth year. Harry has been able to since our third."

"Seriously!?" Draco asked, shocked.

Hermione nodded, "Saved our arses in our third year. The dementors almost attacked us and Sirius."

"Can I see it?" Maria asked.

Hermione nodded, closing her eyes, "You must think of very happy thoughts. It's the embodiment of those positive thoughts pushing negativity away. Usually in the form of a creature named a dementor." Thinking of Draco and him holding her, she cast her patronus for the first time in years.

Opening her eyes, a blue mist filled the room but did not have corporal form.

"I feel… happy," Maria said with a smile, "Is that it?"

"No, but something is wrong," Hermione said as she stopped, "Maybe I need a happier memory."

She closed her eyes and thought of her and Draco dancing around the dance floor. Then, she opened her eyes to see that it had harder edges but was not solid. "What the hell?"

"How long has it been since you've cast it?" Draco asked.

"Our final year in Defense," Hermione shushed him and thought of Draco and Teddy, who made her think of Ron and Harry. Even though she was far from him, she dropped her mental shields and let herself feel. Expecto Patronum

Draco's laugh made her open her eyes, and she looked down on the floor, "That's hilarious."

"What?" Hermione asked, looking under the table at his legs, thinking her patronus was going through his feet.

"Your patronus is similar to Potter's. I just thought it was funny," Draco said as Hermione's head snapped up to see a doe running around the dining room.

At her gasp, the doe disappeared, and her father and Maria looked at her, "We must not be able to see what you can," Maria told her, "But I felt so happy."

Hermione could only stare at the spot where the doe patronus had disappeared.

*~*~* March 1, 2008 *~*~*

"Your Patronus changed to a doe?!" Luna asked surprised, "When you were still with Draco?"

Hermione nodded, "It probably changed even before that. When Tonks was first in love with Remus, her patronus changed too. It made me start questioning things, but I felt this pull towards Draco. I thought it was compatibility, love. I felt happy, so why question it?"

*~*~* April 24, 2005 *~*~*

Hermione sat in the front row as her father and Maria were pronounced husband and wife. Wiping away a tear, the guests erupted in applause as everyone blew their bubbles at them as they walked down the aisle to the back of the room.

After the ceremony, they all walked downstairs to a church community room. The dance floor was soon filled with guests enjoying the music and dancing together. Being the only member of her father's family to attend, she and Draco mingled with various members of Maria's family, each graciously welcoming her to the family.

"So, how long have you two been together?" Maria's sister Mary asked.

"Only since December, but we did know each other in school," Hermione said after Draco kissed her head and told her he would get a drink.

"You can tell how in love with you he is. I am happy for you," Mary said as Draco brought her a fizzy drink.

They walked to their table and set their drinks down. "Care to dance?" Draco asked, holding out his hand.

Hermione took it, "Absolutely."

Once they reached the dance floor, Draco spun her around. Laughing as she threw her arms around his neck, Draco's energy was infectious, and everyone started dancing.

The upbeat rhythms of Lady Gaga's Just Dance filled the air, and Draco grinned, "I like this song!

Hermione raised her eyebrow at him, "Do you even know who Lady Gaga is?"

Draco winked at her, "Presumably the wife of Lord Gaga."

Hermione burst out laughing.

At the night's end, Hermione used the lavatory and came out to see Draco talking to her father. Draco looked nervous, and Dan smiled as he patted him on the back. She walked over to them and looked between them, "Everything okay?"

"Just great. Your father is trying to get me to try something called vegemite, though," Draco stated.

Maria walked over laughing, "Tell him no. He is evil."