Visited Upon the Son

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Visited Upon the Son

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11. We’ll Always Have Paris

Draco looked around the room, obviously a bedroom, which was decorated in gold and

silver. He could see the four poster bed sitting prominently in the middle of the room with

bedside tables on either side. He walked closer to the tables, to see the pictures that

graced them.

As he reached the bed, he realized that he was in some of the pictures holding two babies.

Curious, he picked up the photograph to get a better look. Smiling he looked at the two

children, each sucking on a thumb. With a sense of peace coming over him, he looked at the

expression on his face. An expression that he had never seen before. He looked

content.

Putting that photograph down, he picked up the one next to it and almost dropped it in

shock. It was a picture of him and Hermione snuggling in the bed he was standing next to.

He was looking at her with adoration in his eyes and she had love shining out of

hers.

With a start, Draco awoke from the dream with his heart racing. He shook his head, trying

to make sense of what he had seen. He picked up his watch from the bedside table and looked

at the dial. It read 3 a.m.

He got out of the bed, still shaking over the images in the dream, images that his head

refused to believe in. His head was telling him that he didn’t deserve Hermione. Their

conversation the previous day had shown him that she had been deeply in love with Weasley.

Her love for him had shown on her face when she had talked about their exploits. She’ll

never love me, he thought in depression as jealousy welled up inside of him. She

wasn’t even willing to share something with me until after we were forcibly

engaged.

Sighing in defeat, he sat in front of his fireplace, a glass of water in his hand. He

looked into the flames trying to figure out the emotions that were surging through his body.

Yes, he felt desire for her. Her mind had always engaged his; he had known that in

school.

Feeling restless, he got up from the chair and grabbed his robe. He walked out of his

quarters and began to haunt the corridors of the castle; walking always helped him clear his

mind.

He was on the seventh floor, in front of the place where the Room of Requirement had been,

before it was destroyed in the final battle, pacing back and forth, not realizing where he

was. He kept pacing, asking himself what the dream had meant and was puzzled when he

realized that a door had appeared. Intrigued, he withdrew his wand from his pocket and

opened the door with caution.

The room was only dimly lit, but he saw a huge mirror standing in front of him. Out of

curiosity, he walked over to the mirror and gazed into it. All he could see was him and

Hermione standing on a grassy knoll, watching children play.

His heart leapt at the thought as a smile crossed his face. He watched himself turn to her

and even though he could hear no sound he saw himself tell her that he loved her. Stunned

he collapsed in front of the mirror, his mind frozen in the realization.

Oh Merlin. I love her! How? When? His mind was whirling with questions that it

couldn’t answer but then his heart made itself known. Looking deep inside of himself, he

realized that he had loved her since school. It had started out as admiration for her mind

and her right hook. Bits of memory began flinging themselves at him.

The way she had let her rage at him overwhelm her and punch him in third year, to the way

she had looked in the battle, fighting Death Eaters twice her age and winning. Shaking his

head in defeat, he looked around the room, still impressed that it still worked.

A plan came to his mind and smiling he left the room trying to work out the details.

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A couple of weeks had passed since the morning that Hermione had told Draco about all of

Harry, Ron and their exploits throughout school. She thought back to the morning and to all

they had learned about each other. The only regret that she had was that she didn’t come

clean on when she was kidnapped. She didn’t even tell him that she was kidnapped by

Voldemort.

Hermione sighed as she was grading the essays that her class had written. The guilt of

keeping that inside of her was beginning to eat away at her conscience. She shook her head

as she tried to focus on the parchment in front of her.

Several hours later, she was finally done with her grading. Feeling a sense of

accomplishment, she walked back to her quarters, to change before dinner. Draco had told

her that he had a surprise for her. Smiling, she remembered that Christmas was just a week

away. She had made a clandestine trip to Hogsmeade the previous week to purchase Draco’s

present, which was now sitting wrapped in her quarters.

Once in her quarters, she hurriedly changed into a simple black skirt with a royal blue silk

button down shirt. She paired the skirt with a pair of stiletto knee high boots that

emphasized her toned legs. Smiling, she decided to leave her hair down, in its natural

waves and only applied a bit of make-up.

After she finished getting ready, she sat in the arm chair in front of the fire,

contemplating on when she was going to come clean with Draco. She knew that it had to be

soon, but she didn’t want to cast a pall over the holiday. Making up her mind, she told

herself that she would tell him after Christmas. Sighing she gazed into the flames,

fighting the memories.

A light knock on the door forced her out of her recollections. She smoothed her skirt as

she stood and walked quickly to the door. “Hi,” she told Draco shyly.

Draco looked at her and almost groaned as his body had a painful reaction. “You look

gorgeous,” he said will giving her a chaste kiss on her cheek. “Are you ready for dinner?”

Hermione blushed a little at his compliment and nodded her head. “Where are we going?” she

asked.

Draco’s smiled turned into a smirk. “That’s a surprise.”

Hermione looked at him as he led her through the corridors of the school, finally up to the

seventh floor. She looked at him as he passed along a wall and with a start of recognition

she realized it was the Room of Requirement. She pursed her lips, trying to smother a

grin.

Finally, the door appeared and Draco ushered her through it. Hermione looked around in

amazement. They seemed to be in a café in Paris. She looked at him with a question in her

eyes.

Draco shrugged slightly. “It’s my favorite café in Paris. Since we can’t actually go

there, I brought it to us.”

“It’s wonderful, Draco. I love it.”

Draco smiled and led her to a small table. He pulled the chair out for her and then settled

across from her, handing her a menu.

Hermione looked at the menu in confusion. As far as she knew, the Room would not provide

food or drink, but then she looked down at the menu, which only had a couple of things on

it. Smirking, she giggled a bit. “Couldn’t figure out how to make the room provide food

and drink?” she asked impishly.

Draco laughed. “Nope, but I had Dobby’s help in preparing this, so the food should be

edible.” He waved his wand and the hors d’oeuvres appeared on the table.

“So,” Hermione began. “Why all the fuss?”

“Do I need a reason to spoil you?” Draco asked.

That caught Hermione off guard and unthinking she said the first thing that came to her

mind. “Why do you want to spoil me? It’s not like we’re in love.”

Her words struck Draco in the heart, but he strove not to let his emotions show on his face.

“But we are dating and we do have to get married, so why not? Why should I not treat you

as my girlfriend? That’s what you are.”

Hermione shook her head, shocked that she had not thought about her words more carefully.

Even as she said them, she knew that they were untrue. She was falling in love with him.

“Okay. I’ll accept that and I’m sorry that I was careless with my words.”

Draco shrugged. “Don’t worry about it.” He paused. “What are you doing for Christmas?”

Hermione smiled. “Going to the Burrow. Do you want to come?”

“I don’t know. What will my reception be? I know that I’m not the most popular guy in that

family.”

“As long as you can stand the inevitable pranks that the twins will pull, you’ll be okay,”

she responded with a smile that didn’t quite make it to her eyes.

Draco nodded and waved his wand again, bringing the main course, Coq au Vin, to the table.

Quietly, they both began to eat, their thoughts turning to the upcoming holiday.

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