Potions and Parchment Match

“No dear, you must sit up straight and proud! A Malfoy never slouches in public,” Narcissa said gently pulling Hermione taller in her chair. She had come up quietly behind Hermione and Draco to join them for lunch.

Hermione sat up taller and gave Draco an evil look. He smirked and then hid behind the menu. She kicked him under the table to let him know that she would pay him back later.

“Draco, darling, you know you mustn’t hide behind your menu,” she said snatching it out of his hands. Hermione hid her smirk behind her hand and tried not to laugh when Draco winked.

Narcissa had made reservations at La Gucci’s. It was a new restaurant in Muggle London. She had decided that it would be more accommodating for the Grangers, and there would be less of a production, as very few people there would know the Malfoy family. She didn’t want to run the risk of an ugly comment from someone regarding the ex-death eater status of her family. She had heard from Rose Parkinson that the restaurant was quite good for a Muggle establishment. “Very lovely décor,” she said as she looked around the room.

“Yes, quite,” Hermione agreed.

“Where are your parents, dear?”

“I actually got the times mixed up and told them to be here at 12:30. They should be along soon,” she said with a smile.

“Do you have an appointment book, dear?” Narcissa asked with a gentle smile. Obviously she would have so training to do once the girl was married into the family.

“No, I’ve never needed one before,” Hermione said with a frown. She hoped that she wouldn’t need one now. She mentally added it to her list of items to bring up with Draco later.

“Perhaps after lunch, we can take a stroll down Diagon Alley to Flourish and Blotts and pick up one for you. They have such a lovely selection. Just about any color and style you could think of. What is your favorite color, dear?”

Hermione looked at Draco who was once again smirking. His eyes sparkled with liquid silver and Hermione melted. “Silver,” she replied with a sigh.

Narcissa smiled. The girl was already half in love with her son, and by the looks on his face it was reciprocated. “I myself am partial to silver as well,” she said smiling.

“I find myself enjoying pink,” Draco drawled and then grinned as he watched Hermione’s face flush.

“Draco!” she hissed trying to hide her embarrassment.

“Shall we order some wine while we wait?” Narcissa asked.

“I have never tried wine before,” Hermione said.

“Really? Why that is quite amazing!” In the Wizarding world children grew up with a goblet of wine here and there most of their lives.

“Well for Muggles, the legal drinking age is eighteen. I’ve just turned while I have been at school so there really was no opportunity,” she said defensively. “My parents are quite strict about following rules.”

“Well, as this will be your first time, perhaps we should celebrate with a bit of champagne?” Narcissa signaled the waiter. “We shall have a bottle of your best champagne.”

“Certainly, Madame,” he told her politely bowing.

“So my darling, that ring looks absolutely ravishing on your finger!” Narcissa said picking up Hermione’s hand and looking at the Malfoy betrothal ring that used to sit on her finger.

Hermione blushed. “Thank you, it is a lovely ring.”

“It has been in the family for many years. I heard that Harry has the Black family betrothal ring and that Pansy had her pick and decided on the Potter ring. I always knew that she was a fool!” Narcissa said disgustedly. “Have you seen how beautiful the Black ring is?”

“It was lovely. Harry showed them both to me when he was trying to decide which one to offer to Pansy. He actually chose the Black ring for her but she preferred the Potter ring.”

“I am sure that made Harry quite happy.”

“I think so. It was his mum’s ring and he is quite sentimental about her possessions.”

“I can imagine. It must have been hard for him growing up without a mother.” Narcissa looked at Draco and smiled. “I am sure that my son would have turned out much differently without my influence,” she said smiling fondly.

“God’s Mother! I would have been recruited as a death eater by my fifth birthday if father would have had his way! Perhaps we can find a more pleasant conversation for the table?”

“Ah, here is the champagne!” she said excitedly.

“Madame, Krug, Clos du Mesnil 1995,” he said holding out the bottle for her inspection.
She nodded her head to him indicating that he should pour. He poured a small amount into her glass and she tasted it. She smiled and nodded again that he should fill the rest of the glasses. “There will be two more joining us as well,” she said.
“Look, here’s Mum and Dad!” Hermione said excitedly. She jumped up from the table and ran to hug her father. She then threw her arms around her mother. “Mum! Dad! We are just about to have champagne and toast to our engagement!”
The Grangers looked at each other and then back to their happy daughter. They hadn’t seen her that animated in a long time. “That sound great, Mione,” Mrs. Granger said smiling. They followed their only child back to the table. Draco rose and shook Mr. Grangers hand and gently kissed Mrs. Grangers cheek. They were both quite impressed with his manners.

“Mrs. Malfoy,” Mrs. Granger acknowledged.
“Oh please, call me Narcissa. We shall be family soon!”
“And I am Jane and this is Ted.”
“Now that we have the formalities out of the way, shall we toast to our children’s happiness?”
Everyone picked up a glass and clinked it then took a small sip. Hermione felt the sweet bubbly sensation in her mouth and grinned. “This is wonderful!” she exclaimed taking another sip.
The adults all laughed at her innocence and Draco smiled. He loved to see her happy and he vowed then and there to buy her every case that he could find of this wine and keep it in the manor for whenever she decided that she wanted a glass. She was bright and animated and he watched as she took another sip. He wondered if he should warn her about the affects of over indulging in champagne but decided to let it be. Hangover potions were easy to come by and he thought that the occasion warranted the drinking.
Several bottles of Champagne later and a delicious meal everyone was ready to leave. Hermione was feeling quite happy and just a little tipsy. Ted pulled Draco aside and said, “I trust you to take care of my daughter and not take advantage of this situation, Draco.”
“I would give my life for her, sir. I promise you that she will be well protected. We have promised each other that we would wait for our wedding night.”
Ted smiled and shook Draco’s hand. “You’re a good man, son. Welcome to the family.”
“Thank you, sir, that means a lot to me.”
“Well Jane, do you care for a little shopping excursion?” Narcissa asked. She could tell that Hermione was in no condition to shop.
She looked worriedly at her daughter and then at the protective way that Draco was holding on to her and decided it was time to let her go. “I would love to go shopping, Narcissa! Honey, don’t wait up, we’ll be late!” She grabbed onto Narcissa’s arm like they were old pals and the two disappeared out the door.
Draco grabbed the bill and slipped his credit card into it and handed it to a passing waiter. He smiled at Hermione who took one last sip of champagne. “I really liked that champagne, Draco.”
“Draco, let me get the check,” Ted said stopping the waiter.
“No, I insist. You can treat next time,” he said knowing how important a man’s pride was. He had a feeling that his soon to be father in law did not know that they had just consumed four bottles of champagne at the cost of $750.00 per bottle. He had a feeling that his soon to be father in law had no idea how much money the Malfoy family had.
Ted nodded. “I’ll hold you to it. I would also like to pay for the wedding. Hermione is my only daughter, and I wouldn’t want you to think that she comes to you with nothing.”
“I am looking forward to meeting with you tomorrow regarding this. I think that it is time that I got Hermione back to school though.”
She had picked up an empty bottle and started pouring the last drips into her mouth. “Can we take this with us, love?”
Draco laughed. “Why would you want to take an empty champagne bottle with you?”
“Memories. I like to collect memories.”
Ted laughed. “She has an entire basement full of her “memories”. I’ll be glad to get all that crap out of my basement.”
“Daddy!” she shrieked unaware of how loud her voice was or the scene that she was making. “It’s not crap!”
Draco scribbled his name on the bottom of the check and stood up pulling Hermione with him. “Tomorrow then,” and they disappeared out the door.
Ted was left alone at the table. He picked up the receipt for the check and his mouth opened in shock. Thirty six hundred pounds for lunch! He didn’t spend that much money on food in three months, let alone one meal. He stared at the empty doorway wondering more about the family his daughter was marrying into. The kid didn’t even bat an eye when he signed the check and left a five hundred pound tip.


Draco walked Hermione to the Leaky Cauldron and from there they apparated to the gates of the school. He wanted to be alone with Hermione a little longer and so he took her for a walk around the lake. It was a beautiful evening with the stars out. The air was crisp and cold and he pulled her tightly against him to keep her warm. He muttered a warming spell and within seconds they were both comfortably warm.
“I love how quiet it is here, Draco. It feels so serene and peaceful. Its hard to believe that we fought a war here on these very grounds,” she said.
He looked down at her pensive face and he could see how hard she was trying to concentrate on controlling herself. She was obviously drunk and trying to prove to herself that she was not.
“Shall we sit down love?” he asked her after the third time she stumbled.
She immediately plopped down in the middle of the path and grinned up at him. “Sure!”
Draco laughed and sat down next to her. A few months ago her would have worried about ruining his clothing on the dirty ground, now he found that he didn’t care. He just wanted to be here in this moment with her. “You looked beautiful today, Hermione.”
“So did you,” she giggled.
“I am not beautiful,” he said smiling.
“Your eyes are. Silver is my new favorite color.”
“And pink is mine.”
“Because my nipples are such a luscious color?” she asked pertly.
Draco laughed. “I hadn’t thought of it that way, but yes, that works as well.”
“I wish that you would take them into your mouth again, love.”
Draco felt his cock immediately harden. “Hermione,” he growled.
“Do we have to do the honorable thing all the time, Draco?” she asked.
“You don’t know how badly that I want you, Hermione.”
“Then take me!” she demanded.
Draco groaned again and pulled her onto his lap. He pulled her tightly against him and smelled the sweet fragrance of her fruity shampoo. “I won’t make love to you for the first time on the frozen ground while you are drunk, Hermione.”
She pushed hard against him until he was lying on the ground and she was straddling him. “Ok, then I’ll make love to you on the frozen ground while I’m drunk,” she said taking his lips with hers demandingly. She ground her body over his thick arousal and frantically pulled his shirt out of his trousers. Her cold fingers went up his shirt and found both of his pert nipples. “Mmm, I want to taste them,” she said shoving his shirt up and taking one nipple into her mouth. She licked him lightly and then gently bit taking his entire areola into her mouth. She continued to suck as she ground her pelvis into his hard member.
Draco cried out when her little teeth bit harder against his sensitive flesh. He wrapped his arms around her waist and squeezed tighter. He wanted her so badly that he could barely control himself any longer. Every since their shower together he had thought of nothing else but the sweet taste of her pussy juices running down his chin. He wanted to taste her like he wanted to breath.
His arms roamed down and he slowly brought her skirt up so that he could squeeze her arse. He rubbed his hands over her round globes happy to find that she was wearing her very skimpy knickers. He loved it when she wore her thongs. He could visualize that it was his tongue riding up her arse. He would love to rip off the tiny little knickers and lick her until she screamed his name. He groaned and softly pushed her away.
“Mione, we have to stop.”
“No, Draco, we don’t. I want you.”
“I want you as well, but now is not the time.” He pulled her off of him and stood up dragging her up with him. “Let’s look at the shore,” he said taking her to the shoreline.
“Draco! I don’t want to stand here looking at the lake. I want you to make love to me!” she demanded.
“I think that we need to take a moment to cool down,” he said softly trying to control his racing heart.
“Fine! Cool off then! And when you find your balls come find me again!” she said shoving him into the cold water.
He wasn’t expecting the push or the force behind it and went straight in, tripped over a large rock, and landed straight on his face. He came up gasping for breath as the cold water took the air from his lungs. “Hermione!” he shouted. She was going to pay for that!


Harry and Pansy stood behind the tree trying to keep their snickers quiet. They had been snogging when Hermione and Draco stopped right in front of them. He didn’t know how Draco had the self-control to keep turning Hermione down. If it had been him and Pansy was throwing herself at him that way he would have thrown her down and had his way with her. As it was now, he had been about to do that when they showed up. The push into the lake was spectacular and they both had to fight to keep from being heard.
They watched as Draco climbed out of the lake and stalked across the lawns to the doors. “Did you see that?” he demanded finally letting his laughter out.
“He’s going to kill her!” Pansy said laughing.
“Maybe he’ll give her what she has been begging for,” Harry said laughing.
“Shall I give you what you have been wanting?”
Harry immediately stopped laughing. “I want you, Pansy, but I think that we can find a warmer stop than this,” he said kissing her lightly.
“Actually, we still need to discuss the wedding. My mum and Mrs. Weasley are planning the whole thing. Millie could careless and her dad said to just send him the bills. Her mum died years ago.”
Harry felt a moment of sadness for the girl. It was no wonder that she was so masculine with no mother around. “She made Ron’s day.”
Pansy looked at him in wonder. “How?”
“She told him that she was going to tie him up and have her way with him.”
Pansy laughed. “He took that way out of context. He was trying to convince her that they should live separate lives. She told him that she wasn’t going to lose her wand or spend her life without children and if that meant tying him up and having her way with him then she would.”
Harry threw back his head and roared with laughter. “Leave it to Ron to only hear the part that he wanted to hear. He’s going to hold her to it now. He wants her to tie him up and molest him.”
Pansy grinned her evil Slytherin grin. “Really. I’ll have to let Millie know that.”
“Uh oh,” he said watching her face. He knew when she was up to something no good.
Pansy pulled his head down and kissed him. “Didn’t you say something about finding a warmer spot?”
“Are you trying to distract me, woman?”
“No, I’m trying to seduce you, Mr. Potter.”
“Really? Then perhaps we should find a better location? I would hate for someone to stumble along your nude body as I fuck you and make you scream my name.”
Pansy stared at him in open mouth shock. She had never heard Harry talk like that before and she immediately felt herself go wet. “You’re making me wet, Harry.”
“I’ll make you wetter as the night goes on, Pansy.”


Kingsley threw back his seventh firewhiskey and slammed his glass down on the counter to signal for another. He was in the Leaky Cauldron and had just returned from his meeting with Endora. That woman would make any sane man drink.
“Minister, are you sure that you haven’t had enough?” the bartender asked.
“If I wanted your opinion, I would ask! Now poor me another. I’ve just found out that I’m a father!” he shouted.
Around the room cheers went up. “I’ll get this one for him,” a familiar looking wizard said.
“George?” Kingsley said looking at one of the Weasley twins.
He grinned. “Yep, good guess. So who’s the lucky witch?”
Kingsley snorted. “Nothing lucky about that bitch!” he said shooting back another.
George looked at him in surprise. “You didn’t want a child?”
“He’s already eighteen and about to be married.”
“And you just found out?”
“Yeah.”
George nodded in sympathy. That was a tough one. “So now what will you do? Have you met your son?”
Kingsley laughed. “Actually, he’s about to marry your sister.”
“Blaise Zambini is your son?” he asked in shock. “Wow!”
“He looks just like me! I recognized him right off when I spoke with him.”
George thought for a moment but could not really remember what Zambini looked like. “I see.”
“It’s a sad thing when a man can’t claim his son!”
George flushed and looked down at his own butterbeer. He knew exactly what it meant to have a child you could not claim. “Does he know?”
“His mother said that she never told him, but I could have sworn that he knew when we talked earlier today.”

George wondered if his daughter would ever know about him. “So are you going to talk to him?”
“Hell, I don’t know. What if he wants nothing to do with me? What if thinks I’m a shit for never claiming him.”
“You can’t claim someone you don’t know about.”
“I guess if I had known all these years and then never told him it would be different. He can’t rightly blame this on me then can he?” Kingsley said perking up.
George felt the dread in his heart. “I say tell him. Don’t let anything stop you.” He stood up and walked towards the door.
Kingsley watched in bewilderment as George walked out. “Where you going, Weasley?”
“To claim my daughter.”
Kingsley sat there for a moment in wonder. He didn’t know that any of the Weasley boys had children. A second later he walked to the floo. He picked up the yellow powder and shouted, “Hogwarts Headmistress’s office!” and disappeared into the fire.


A/N: Just an interesting site that I found regarding champagne. In case you are interested.
http://www.forbes.com/lifestyle/2005/12/13/most-expensive-champages-cx_np_1214feat_ls.html


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