Puppy-Dog Tales

More puppy love for you! What will Draco achieve or not this time?


pinkslytherin - Ah, yes. The dreaded visit to Malfoy manor.
angeles - I am glad Severus is receiving something of pity. He is deserving of love. Severus has never given up on something. I don't think him likely to now.
Larrabee - No, she is just allowing the attentions of all three. She is just getting started on NEWTs. And I think she is smart enough to know that, without taking a break, her grades would suffer.
Avanell - Hormones are ever the problem of the young, and often the young at heart.

LadyMalfoy - Hermione doesn't like retaliation. And maybe there is some UST on Harry's part for Sev. Well, updates are generally rather fast for this story.


Panther Eyes - WMWAW will be updated soon. These things take time. Don't worry. The Malfoys are harmless as a pit of venomous vipers. No ill will befall our Hermione without some many chapters.

bloody_blond - Abandoned stories are your pet peeve. Well, my pet peeve is one time reviewers. *wink* Chapters are shelled out for the loyal and always will be. We enjoy hearing from our readers. It is candy for the plot animals.
The Lady Jones - You are the first person I've ever had a review from who said 'Yipee!' I love it! No need to worry for Severus bowing out any time soon.
MalfoysBitch - *stamps foot* I wish I was Narcissa. Jason Isaac's in a long blond wig is one sexy man!
lilashannah - Unfortunately, the Head of Family can only be male. Hermione can not have more than one husband. Doesn't seem fair does it. At least in this story. If you want to read a story with Herms ending up married to more than one man, I do have one that is still being writen titled "Amorem Consentit." She has two delicious Malfoy men after her.

yasmin - Dramione goodness is greatly in store for this fic.



Hermione looked at herself in the mirror and bit her lip. It was her last leaving supper at Hogwarts. Her lower lip trembled.

She was not sure what the future would be like. Severus had avoided her during the NEWTS. Harry pestered her till she began avoiding him. Draco was always around, with more pictures and funny puppy stories...

KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK.

Hermione walked to the door and opened it. She gasped as she saw Draco standing there in gorgeous velvet robes of ivy green with pure silver buttons.

“Are you ready to go, sweet?” he asked and smiled brightly at her.

"No, I don't want to leave Hogwarts forever," Hermione said, swiping a hand over her eyes to wipe the tears.

“Why? Are you not looking forward to out of school courting?”

"It's not that," Hermione said with a pout as she put a hand on Draco's arm and rested her cheek on it.

"Hermione, what is going on?" Harry whined.

“What is it then?” Draco asked, righting her hair. He was very glad that the greasy git had seemingly backed off. Not that he had gotten a lot of her attention as there were exams.

"Draco, why are you touching Hermione?" he asked, stepping up to the blond with an ugly frown.

“Because she accepted my offer to court her, Potter. I guess you didn't see that...”

Harry got up close so his nose was almost touching Draco's.

"Back off, Potty-Breath," Draco said, not backing up from the brunette in his face.

“She is not happy with you,” Harry said through clenched teeth.

"Which is why she is on my arm instead of yours," Draco said, growling a little.

“You imperiused her! I know you did!”

"Harry, I agreed to go to the graduation ball with Draco. I will dance with you at the Graduation Ball. But I am Draco's date."

“'Why him?”

"He asked me first, not unlike the Yule Ball when Viktor asked me before Ron."

“But Mione, you don’t really want to go with him. You want to go with me! I am your boyfriend!”

"You are not my boyfriend. I have agreed to court you, as I have with Severus and Draco as well."

“What? When did you agree to that?”

"The first day of NEWTs. We discussed this."

“I thought you were kidding. Hermione please. I love you. Malfoy wants you to be his sex slave! Don't you see that?” Harry begged, tugging at her sleeve.

"Potty-Face is a liar," Draco said, drawing her hand to his lips. "Shall we leave after the ball tonight and go to my home?"

"Draco, you be quiet. Harry, I am not kidding. I am going to allow all three of you to court me. I like all three of you equally. And you are obsessed with me not in love with me."

"Besides Ron is more your type!" Draco sneered

“I am not gay!” Harry argued, getting red in the face. “You are gay, that's why you pretend to like her!”

"I think Hermione has been more than assured that I am not gay," Draco said, winking at Hermione who blushed. "She has felt the evidence of my desire for her."

Harry burned brightly as he glanced down at Draco's hips.

“You are a pervert, Malfoy. You don't know how to treat a lady,” Harry huffed.

"Don't insult Draco, Harry," Hermione said, looking her friend up and down as she saw where his eyes were directed: at Draco's hips.

“Why don't you both take me down to the Great Hall? No more arguing tonight!”

"Hermione, you said you were going with me!" Draco whined, "I don't want to share with Pot-licker."

“If you both are misbehaving, then I will go alone. You can go as each other's dates. Is that clear?”

"There is no need for you to go alone, Miss Granger," a soft voice spoke from the shadows up near a suit of armor.

“Severus!” she said and run to him.

Severus opened his arms and accepted her.

"They are children," she said, glaring at the boys.

“May I take you to the ball, my lady?” Severus asked with a bow.

"I would be honored, kind Sir," Hermione said.

Draco dashed after her, "Hermione, you agreed to go with me."

“But I said only if you behave. And you didn't. You can go with Harry.”

"It wasn't my fault," Draco whined, taking her hand and drawing it to his chest.

“I will be late for the ball, Draco. I will dance with you at the ball,” she said and pulled away.

Draco's lip trembled.

"Expel-" Harry started to shout, but his wand was out of his hand and in Severus' before he got the whole spell out.

"That wasn't very nice, Mr. Potter," Severus said, moving so Hermione was behind him.

“Can we please go, Severus?” Hermione asked impatiently.

"Yes, my dear," Severus said, "I just didn't want a stray, irresponsibly fired spell to cause you harm."

Hermione wrapped her arms around his and allowed him to lead her down teh main staircase.

Harry and Draco followed them, Draco too distracted with glaring at Severus that he didn't notice Harry's lustful glances.

When Hermione rounded the corner with Severus to enter the Great Hall, Harry tripped and fell against Draco. He slid his hands over the blond's thighs.

“I'm sorry Draco,” Harry murmured, staring into Draco's eyes. His hand ghosted over Draco's crotch. “We don't need to go to the ball.”

Draco pulled a fist back and slammed it against Harry's jaw.

"I'm not gay. Don't touch me," Draco said, and waved his wand casting a petrificus totalus on him. He kicked Harry in the face breaking his nose before knocking him into the shadows.

Blasted Potter.

Draco shuddered and brushed his hands over himself to be rid of the feeling of the other boy's hands. GROSS!

He had nothing against gay men as long as they kept their paws off of him. Now he needed to find Hermione.

Hermione blushed as she looked up at Severus where they stood in the center of the dance floor.

“We're in time for the first dance. Will you do me the honor?”

Hermione nodded as Severus put a hand on her lower back.

Draco pouted as he heard the first few bars of music.

He was too late, as he saw the greasy git lead her in the dance. At least Potty was dealt with.

Hermione looked up at him as she recognized the sound of a tango.

“I didn't know you could dance, Severus...”

"All Slytherins can dance," he said, drawing her to his chest tightly. "My mother taught me."

“That's a wonderful skill, Severus...” She glanced around and saw Draco standing at the edge of the dance floor. Harry was nowhere to be soon, nor Ron.

Hermione smiled at Draco, who waved to her.

Severus glared at Draco.

Draco flipped his middle finger up at his godfather when Hermione had her back to him.

“Would you like to walk in the garden, Hermione?” Severus asked, wanting to have more time alone with her.

"That would be wonderful, and I loved your declaration to me. It was the most romantic thing anyone's ever done for me," Hermione said, allowing Severus to lead her out to the grounds.

"Your happiness makes me happy," he said, leading her into a maze of hedges that were waist height.

“Have you decoded who of your admirers you favor, Hermione?”

"I do care for Draco and you best. But I still see Harry as my wonderful older brother, and kissing him was always weird.

Like he isn't really into it."

“Hermione, there you are!” Draco said as he rushed to her. “You promised to dance with me!”

"Oh, Draco, I'm sorry. I did," Hermione said, and she took Draco's arm. "Excuse me, Severus."

Severus sighed. This was not going as planned.

Hermione put her hand on Severus' cheek, "You are so sweet, Severus." She leaned up and kissed his cheek.

Draco whisked her away, back to the dance floor. 'I missed you.'

"You are sweet, Draco," Hermione said, "when you aren't being a lovesick puppy. Where is Harry?"

"About that, I don't Harry is really interested in you," Draco said, "I'm not trying to be mean, but he tried to grope me in the corridor."

“Nonsense, Draco. Why are you making things up?”

"I'm not. I'll make a pensieve for you."

“Whatever you say, Draco...let's dance.”

"Yes," Draco said, drawing her close as a rumba started.

Draco's dance moves were even better than Severus, his every step taken with ease of a skilled dancer.

And Draco had passion and fire in his eyes.

He stole a passionate kiss during the dance, making her almost lose the rhythm.

Severus slipped from the hall and into the dungeons. Maybe he should just bow out now instead of fighting another Malfoy for a girl, just to lose.

But he couldn't just let her go. It was too difficult.

In the spur of the moment he sent his patronus to the hall.

It had changed from the doe to a black unicorn. No one knew of it, except Minerva.

"LOOK!" a fourth year shouted, pointing at the unicorn prancing through the air.

Hermione stopped mid-dance and gasped at the beautiful display.

Rich deep blue light swirled around and behind it as it landed and pranced about the floor tossing its head a little.

It stopped and kneeled at Hermione's side.

“Hermione, I know that you accepted my offer of courtship in private, but I want everyone to know now that you are not my student anymore,” the unicorn spoke in Severus' voice. “If you wish to have our first date tonight, meet me at the gates at midnight. If you do not come, I shall see the courtship as denied.”

Hermione's hand raised to her throat as the other girls cooed over the unicorn with the sexy voice.

Draco wrapped his arms around her tightly.

"Dress comfortably," Severus voice continued before the unicorn desolved in blue light that swirled around her.

“Don't go, Hermione,” Draco murmured, trying to steal a kiss.

"Draco, I am going to go. I told you that I am going to court Severus. If you want me to continue with you, you need to act with grace and maturity."

Draco pouted, but then when he saw her expression, schooled his expression.

"Yes, of course," he said, taking her hand and kissing it.

Hermione nodded and hugged the wizard.

“I knew you would understand, Draco.”

"May I escort you to your room?"

“Yes you can, Draco...I wonder where Harry is, though.”

"Who knows?" Draco said, hugging her tightly.

“I have a surprise for you...tomorrow,” Draco added, kissing her lips.

Hermione giggled, "I thought we were going to spend all next week together."

“We are...I have a portkey ordered. From Hogsmeade for us...”

"I have my apparition license and so do you," Hermione said, pulling her hair out.

Draco stared at the ringlets as they fell around her face.

“We're not going to Wiltshire just yet...” he murmured, stepping closer.

“I'm not going anywhere I don't know of...it's not romantic with how long we’ve known each other, Draco,” she puffed. “A romantic getaway is good for those who are closer.”

"I was just going to take you for breakfast at exclusive London restaraunt," Draco said, and his lower lip trembled. "I thought you might enjoy going to The Silver Pen."

"The Silver Pen?" Hermione asked, and her jaw dropped. "Don't joke about that Draco."

“Why would I joke about it?” he scowled.

Hermione squealed and jumped up and down hugging his neck, "No book in there is less than two-hundred years old. And the rumor is that Merlin's Journal is there."

"Merlin's Journal isn't there, Hermione," Draco said. "I hate to tell you that."

“It's not there?” she looked crestfallen. “I had hoped to save up to go there and have a look at it.”

“If it's any consolation, they do have Godric's diary there...and Merlin's is on the bookshelf in my father's study," Draco said, "If you want to see it, all you have to do is ask. We also have Morgana's journal and Ignatia's notes on the development of floo powder."

“Oh really? I want to see! All of it! May I? Please?”

"You'll be visiting for a week," Draco said.

"Draco, that is a NON-ANSWER!" Hermione whined, tugging on his sleeve.

"You have to ask Father. He is picky about his books."

“I will persuade him to show me! Gods, I'd marry him because of the books alone!”

"You will marry me," Draco said, kissing her hand. "He is old and DEFORMED."

"But he owns those books," Hermione said, and she had stars in her eyes as she slid into her room to change to join Severus.

Draco pouted and stomped his foot.

He turned and raced down to the dungeons. He banged on his godfather's door.

"OPEN UP, YOU OLD DECREPIT BAG OF FARTS!" Draco demanded.

"Nice to see you too, Draco," Severus said, stepping out of his office.

Draco looked his godfather up and down.

"And by the way, I took care of the small mishap Mr. Potter had on his way to the ball and modified his memory to save you a court hearing."

Severus tied his hair with a dark blue ribbon as he walked toward the stairs.

"Go for a witch your own age," Draco said, sticking out his lower lip as he had when he was three and wanted an ice cream while his godfather babysat him.

"You are not a little boy anymore," Severus said, "And it wasn't cute then."

“Severus, I tell you the last time, back off!”

"Grow," Severus said, leaning his face in near Draco's, "up."

Draco pouted and raced back into the dungeon to his room. He would tell his Father.

-~-~-~-~-~-~-

Severus paced in front of the gate.

"Lovely evening," Hermione said, walking up to the dark wizard. "You look nice."

“I hoped you'd come,' Severus whispered.

"How could I refuse you?" Hermione asked, taking his offered hand. "That is the most beautiful patronus I've ever seen. And it has changed from the last time I saw yours."

“It has. My life has changed a lot. I can only hope there will be more good to come...”

"No matter what happens with us, Severus, you are destined for good things."

“I want to take you to a very special place…it's near the Prince estate. Would you like to go?”

"I'd love to go," Hermione said, allowing Severus to lead her through the gate.

He hugged her tight and apparated them to a clearing.

"We have to fly the rest of the way," Severus said, pointing to a huge cliff on the far side.

"I hate brooms," Hermione said, taking a step back.

"My dear, who said anything about a broom?"

“But...”

"I thought you would enjoy learning the spell I use to fly," Severus said, taking her hand and leading her to the cliff. "Or you could hold me while I fly."

“I'll hold you if you promise to not drop me!”

"I won't drop you," Severus said, and Hermione wrapped her arms around Severus' chest.

“You are my most precious gem,” he murmured as they gained height.

Hermione gasped and pressed closer to him burying her face in his neck.

"Severus, where are we?" Hermione asked, as they landed in front of a shallow pool of water being fed by a small creek.

"Just wait," he whispered.

As the wispy clouds slid away and the full moon came into view, Hermione gasped.

“It's beautiful!”

Hermione looked around as thousands of white iris like flowers burst into bloom around the pool sending showers of gold sparkles into the air.

“They only bloom once a year... that's why I always leave the ball early.”

"Yes," Hermione said, spinning around. "Are these the irises necessary for the brewing of Felix Felicis?"

"Yes, and this is the only place in the world that they bloom. The Prince family is wealthy from selling them. They are also used in powerful healing potions."

“Severus, we need to harvest them!”

"If you would like, they have seeded now," Severus said, reaching into his pocket and removing a gold blade with a gleaming blue handle.

“They need special knives.”

"Of course," Hermione said, taking the offered blade.

"I've never seen a knife like this."

"Yes, a design by an ancestor."

“I also have had a picnic prepared for us if you would like to have a little something.”

"That would be wonderful," Hermione said, and she was about to take a step into the pond to go toward an enormous bloom in the center of the lake.

Severus grabbed her wrist.

"Not that one. Don't touch the water."

"Why?"

"It's not water," Severus said.

“What is it then?” Hermione asked, truly curious.

"Liquid magic," Severus said, picking up a stone from the shore and flicked it toward the water.

The stone ignited and began to emit a sound akin to the sound emitted by those subjected to the cruciatus. An instant later the stone dissolved.

"Beautiful."

“But very dangerous if you step into it...the biggest blossom is the matron of all...”

"It's amazing," Hermione said, staring at it.

"Yes," Severus said, holding the bag for her as she sliced the bloom from the top of a stalk.

“I apologize that the date has turned into an ingredient harvesting.”

"Severus, this is amazing," Hermione said. "Don't be sorry. I never imagined that I would get to see something like this. Professor Sprout would die if she saw it."

“But you're not Pomona. What do you find romantic?”

"I find this very romantic," Hermione said, lifting a blossom to her nose and breathing in its sweet lavender and honey like smell.

Severus reached out and took the bloom from her and tapped it with his wand. It turned into a delicate crystal and shrunk as the stalk split apart and turned into a chain.

"For you," Severus said, draping the chain around her neck. "The nectar is preserved this way. It has the same properties unicorn blood does. If you have need of it, it will change back."

"Severus," Hermione said, touching the delicate necklace. “This is the most romantic gift I've ever received!”

"I'm glad you like it," Severus said, blushing as he began to cut some blooms of his own and placed them in the bag.

Hermione returned to her rooms humming a happy tune.

She was pleasantly surprised to see her entryway undarkened by a certain Slytherin with platinum blond hair.

She slipped off her shoes and put her wand on the nightstand, where she noticed a vase with purple orchids.

A small rolled up parchment hovered above them with a silk ribbon tying it.

She grabbed it and opened it, recognizing the head boy's handwriting.

Dearest Miss Hermione Granger, I hope the flowers are to your liking. I prey you will accept my invitation to the manor starting with breakfast this morning and a trip to ‘The Silver Pen’ as I promised you. I hope to have occupied your dreams as you have been in mine. Draco

Hermione sighed. This was much better than his stalkerish hanging around her door.

-~-~-~-~-~-~-~-

Draco paced his floor restlessly. He should have been waiting for her when she returned. He should have made his presence known. She was doubtless upset to have not seen him.

She needed to know he would always be in her life.

Just then the fire glowed green and a roll of parchment shot out and hovered in front of Draco's face.

He sighed as the smell of jasmine greeted his nose, and he grabbed the note.

His sweet witch had replied!

He unrolled the parchment.

Draco, I'd be delighted to visit the Silver Pen. Pick me up at ten am. HG

Draco pouted. She didn't like the flowers. He knew he should have sent more. So that all of her room was filled. One vase was such an understatement. Maybe it looked cheap.

Draco dashed up to her room, and began to pace outside it waiting for her.

He was just fifteen minutes early.

Hermione slipped out of her room after miniaturizing her trunk and sticking it in her pocket.

"You are an idiot," Draco said to himself, pacing with his arms crossed. "She just pities you. She is too good for you."

Hermione frowned at the angry tone. If Draco was being nasty to Harry, she would apply a good stinging hex to his BUM.

However, Draco was alone.

"Draco," Hermione said, reaching out and touching his shoulder.

Draco spun to her.

“Hermione my dear, I didn't think I'd see you so early,” he said and smiled brightly.

"Who are you talking to?" she asked as Draco kissed her hand.

“You, my gorgeous fiancé. Do you need help with your trunk?”

"You said I was just pitying someone," Hermione pressed, "I miniaturized it. And I'm not your fiancée yet."

“You're just as good as my fiancée. And you're pitying Potty.”

"Fine, evade the question. Harry isn't here," Hermione muttered, withdrawing her hand from Draco's arm. "Childish. Doesn't trust me." She walked off toward the stairs mumbling unhappily.

Draco run after her, trying to make her take his arm.

“Have you seen Harry by any chance? I wanted to say bye to him and Ron, but both of them were gone, their trunks missing.”

"I haven't seen him since you abandoned me in favor of Severus last night," Draco said, taking her hand.

Hermione pulled her hand free.

“I can walk on my own, thank you very much...so where are we going for breakfast?”

“I would like to suggest the Diamond Crust. They make wonderful pastries.”

"I've never been there, but it sounds good."

“It is very good. I hope it will be to your liking,” Draco said and again tried to take her arm.

Hermione wriggled free.

“Stop touching me, Malfoy. You are clingier than a dog!”

"We need to do sidealong," Draco said, offering his arm as they reached the gate.

“Fine,” Hermione said. Of course she had noticed that Draco looked very nice that day. The dark tailored suit made his figure look very enticing.

Draco swept up to her wrapping his arms around her and disapparating them.

Hermione gasped and flung her arms around his neck.

Draco liked having her so close. It was almost like when she hugged him when he was a puppy.

Hermione sighed when she slid her fingers into Draco's hair. It was so silky and soft; she gave up and began to stroke his cheek twisting tendrils around her fingers every so often to enjoy their flaxen sweetness.

Draco leaned into her touch, not telling her that they had already landed in the posh district of Diagon alley

Hermione sighed and wrapped her arms around Draco's when she got a dirty look from an old lady.

“Your hair reminds me of my lost puppy.”

"I don't mind you touching me."

“When you're quiet, I like you more,” she murmured.

"I could be the strong, silent type," Draco offered, reveling in how she was squeezing his arm as he held the door of the posh bakery open for her.

The bakery's hardwood floor was polished to a gleam, the mahogany furniture antique and exquisite, so inviting to sit down.

Draco led her up to the beautiful glass counter where Hermione could see all the different treats: Croissants, Danishes, Berliners, long rows of baguettes.

“I don't even know what to choose! All of them look delicious!”

"I'm certain that I can bring you back whenever you would like," Draco said, kissing her hand nervously, "Take your time. But you have your whole life to taste everything in here."

Hermione didn't think as she reached up and kissed Draco's lips.

Draco answered the kiss eagerly. He didn't care what people would think.

"You pick something for me," Hermione said, gazing at all the gorgeous pastries.

“What about the cream and chocolate éclairs? And the croissants, filled with almond cream?'”

“Oh, that sounds wonderful, I'd like that.”

“They also have wonderful peach juice and fragrant coffee. Would you like to try it?”

"Whatever you like," Hermione said, looking up into his eyes.

"I am here to please," he whispered.

He ordered the things she had agreed to and led her to a table in the far corner.

Hermione slid onto the padded bench and looked out the window to see she appeared to be on the cliffs of Dover staring out at the ocean.

"Aren't we in London?" Hermione asked.

“Yes, but they have enchanted windows, for privacy and tranquility. From the outside, you only see the waiters going around empty tables.”

Hermione sighed as she stared out at the ocean.

“Do you like it here?” Draco asked, feeling neglected.

"Yes," Hermione said, turning to him. She reached out and took his hand as a waiter brought their food and set it down.

She let go of his hand and picked up the éclair.

Draco lifted a cup of the peach juice to his lips to hide his pout as he picked up a filled croissant.

“Oh...mmm...” she moaned as she bit in.

Draco looked at her with glazed-over eyes as she licked a bit of cream from her lip.

He couldn't help but imagine the tiny witch's tongue lapping at his bit that way. She would do that for him. She would be his.

She would love to pleasure him, every day, many times.

She could just live in his bed and tend to his needs as he desired her. He would be her only companion till they had a baby of course.

Maybe the baby thing could wait...as that would limit the pleasure.

Hermione smiled at Draco.

“These are wonderful! I could eat them every day!”

He had a little bit of almond filling on his nose.

"That can be arranged, Love."

She reached over and cleaned his nose with her thumb.

Draco grinned as she licked her thumb.

"That was very sexy," he blurted.

Hermione blushed.

"I'm not sexy, Draco," Hermione said.

“Oh yes, you are so much, my sweet. I would not court an unattractive woman!”

"So you've courted many women?" Hermione asked.

“No, you are the only one I want!”

Hermione blushed.

"I just don't understand why."

“You are so different from other girls...so many wonderful qualities.”

"I just don't see why you think you and I would be a good match."

“We are both smart, gorgeous...we like dogs!”

Hermione didn't answer. "Shouldn't you be with a gorgeous bimbo who is dying for you to shag her senseless?"

“Well I also want conversation...and a challenge.”

Draco offered her a piece of his croissant.

Hermione leaned forward and took it from his fingers with her lips.

Draco stiffened a growl.

Hermione licked his fingers only slightly more than was appropriate and slid her hand to his wrist for a soft touch.

Draco's eyes closed against his will.

“I know that once you get to know me you will learn to love me,” Draco whispered.

Hermione didn't answer.

“And I am a very nice guy, really.”

Hermione didn't answer and took a sip of her juice.

"I will do everything to make you happy," Draco said. "And I don't ask much in return."

“What do you ask in return?” she asked, raising her eyebrow.

"I just want your love for me and me alone," Draco said. "Romantically, of course. And that should we be blessed with children that you would love them and raise them with me. I hope to have several if it is agreeable with you."

“You are already thinking of having children?”

"Not any time soon, or anything. But I know I want children," Draco said hastily, giving her his widest and sweetest look.

“And if you worry about whether we could afford children, no need to worry. We are getting richer every day.”

Hermione blushed.

“I mean I'd love to have kids one day... gorgeous little ones as pretty and smart as their mommy.”

"Well, hopefully they would have their father's hair," Hermione said, daring for a moment to let herself imagine a little boy with silky blond hair and grey eyes with some of the softness of her face.

“I think the hair is a dominant Malfoy trait. As far as I know. Even if the witch was dark-haired, the children were always blond.”

"When I see your mother, I shall have to request baby pictures of you."

“Why would you want these?”

"To blackmail you," Hermione said, taking a sip of hazelnut coffee with cream and sugar in it.

“But my bum looks much better now!” Draco pouted.

“That remains to be seen,” Hermione said with a smirk.

"I plan to have you for my slave," Hermione said, setting her cup down and wiping her lips.

“I will do as you say, sweet!”

Hermione couldn't help her giggle.

“And I mean it. I think there's no witch more perfect then you. You are all I want!”

"I want to go to The Silver Pen now," Hermione said, puffing her lips up sadly.

“Should I order a sweet basket to be delivered tot he manor for later?”

“That would be nice,” Hermione said.

"Do you prefer to walk or apparate to the book store?"

“Let's have a walk...the weather's really nice today.”

She watched as Draco went to the counter and talked to the man at the register. She had to admit that Draco did have a very nice backside, as it was beautifully emphasized by the tight fitting trousers.

She slipped up behind him unable to resist the desire to touch him. She slid a hand over one cheek.

Draco didn’t move as she squeezed his arse.

Hermione sighed and wrapped her arms around his waist to rest her cheek between his shoulders.

“You do have a nice arse,” she whispered in his ear.

"Other parts of my anatomy are equally nice, I assure you," Draco said, turning so his nose was close to hers.

“Don't be rude, Draco.”

"I'm not," Draco said, "You are the one fondling me in public."

“I want to,” she said and grinned.

"And I'm fully willing to allow such liberties," Draco whispered as he straightened. "Shall be off?"

“I think so,” Hermione said and slapped his bum.

Draco took her hand reprovingly and placed it on his arm, "You know I think that is the first time I have ever been fondled in public?"

“I wouldn't know,” Hermione said and took her arm away from his, then began to run forward. “Fred! George! How nice to see you both!”

Draco gasped and tried to grab Hermione. It was his turn. He didn't have to share his things.

“Hermione!” they said in unison, and she was hugged by both at the same time.

"Hermione sandwich!" George cried, leaning down in time with his brother to plant a kiss on her cheek.

Hermione giggled happily.

"Hermione," Draco cried, reaching for her hand.

“Have you yet found a place to live? We've got a room for you in our new house!”

“She's not going to any Weasel nest!” Draco said and tried to drag her away.

"You're not the boss of me, Draco Malfoy," Hermione said, "I will live wherever I chose."

“You will live with me at the manor!” Draco stomped his foot.

“What little ferret have we run across here?” the twins looked at Draco thoughtfully.

"Don't call me that!" Draco said, pointing his wand in between George's eyes.

“Why are your little paws touching our Hermione?” Fred asked, his wand pointing at Draco's chest.

"She is my betrothed," Draco said, jabbing his wand at the redhead.

“Hermione, love, why did you not owl us if you wanted a wizard…or two?”

"I've told you time and time again," Hermione chastised them, "We are fatally incompatible as I will not be your test-dupe."

“We didn't mean for testing...for other things...with us, you take one, get one free!”

"I just love you as my brothers," Hermione said, hugging each neck tightly.

"So we must defend you from Mal-Ferret," Fred said, grinning.

“He's not that bad,” Hermione said.

Draco tried to take her hand.

“He's a Malfoy, that's already bad.”

"But they have the best library in Wizarding Europe," Hermione said, making big eyes at Draco.

"And besides, Lucius is so HANDSOME!"

"I know what you mean, Hermione," Fred said. "He is a real dreamboat!"

"Gryffindors are gross."

“Hermione, weren't we supposed to go to the Silver Pen?”





What happened to Harry? Tune in next time to see! And isn't Hermione a tease making Draco jealous with talking about Lucius? My Puppy Draco sends kisses to you all! We love you! *puppy waves paw*