Re-educating Malfoy

Honestly can't they just get along the whole incident on Abingdon street took place in my head over the weekend I think I will put it down for next chapter along with the more meaty stuff of family. And No I hate McDonalds but my cousin forced me to use it in a nice light:( I tried *shrugs*


“HOLY FUCKING SHIT I’M A PARKINSON!” with a loud bam and thud she hit the floor.

“Honestly Granger you must learn to breathe properly."
And then he knew it all to be true his younger sister was raised as their daughter.


Two months had passed neither wanting to push anything farther than they already had. Hermione was not eager to confront neither set of her parents nor her pug faced sister and Draco longed to be as far away as possible from his mother and psycho father. Yep! All things were fine in the Granger Malfoy universe if you over looked the little incident that they both refer to as the Abingdon Street incident that would occasionally come up in conversation. Draco was doing his best to become a non muggle hater so far he loved most muggle women. Well the fact that they wore tight clothing anyway because most women in the wizarding world was like that they show cased their figures but not in a very open and flaunting way like muggle women. The amount of cleavage and bum shown to him was criminal yet it didn’t seem to bother his Hermione at all.

His Hermione that’s what he had come to call her when he was alone. He secretly wanted to get in her knickers again he had to wank off constantly to relieve the pressure she would build up in his balls. Sighing mostly to himself he made his way to the kitchen to make good use of her toaster oven. He had become very familiar with the muggle made items and marveled in their genius at the creation of such. How muggles managed to do anything without magic was completely beyond him but he was falling more and more with them each day. They made cars that moved by themselves without the aide of some magical creature or spell.

They made planes fly without anything wizards could come up with though he was wary of them at first. He had truly fallen in love with two things from the muggle world and he would always love them. Fast food and television. He didn’t know there were so many programs and specials with commercials and he loved it all. Don’t get him wrong he would always love Doctor Who it was the first muggle television program he had ever seen but there was just so much more. He was currently in love with and following this American muggle soap opera The Young and The Restless he saw it when they went to visit her brother slash cousin in New York.

Muggle fashion was very close to the top of his list the famous designers the richness of the fabrics he could get used to he was after all a Malfoy and Malfoys always had the best. Toaster pastrie just wasn’t curing his morning hunger pains. He wanted a sausage and egg Mcmuffin no cheese with maybe a hash brown and coffee. “Hermione...?” he called ever so sweetly to the upstairs bathroom that she would have to be forcibly removed from. “I’m going to McDonald’s.” with that he proceeded to walk out the door knowing all too well she’d be there before him.

He swore up and down she must apparate there at the mere mention of him going anywhere by himself. She still didn’t trust him with muggle money though they both had to admit he was getting quite good at using it. He loved the prepaid debit card thing that she gave him though he had to admit something about holding it in your hand couldn’t compare to real money. He even got a part time job working in muggle antiques though he didn’t need just so he could better understand money. It was then he began to understand the nature of the re-education program it wasn’t just to get known pureblood purist to accept muggleborns but to prepare them for life outside of the wizarding world without magic were they to fail at the last attempt to save them.

He rounded a corner preparing himself to push open the door to his idea of heaven when he collided with something soft and fuzzy. All he could see was thighs, legs and breasts distinctly those specific parts were what you get in a bucket of fried chicken from any place when you get chicken. “Alright Granger give me your little cheating hand.” Pulling her up he took note of the skirt and top she wore and he was quite thankful that it was him she collided with because him height could hide he girly bits from prying eyes. No man should be looking at his Mione that way. Making their way inside she sat down in a booth furthest away from the counter as much as she used to love coming here she hated it now because all the women would be making eyes at her Draco. There it goes again that little absurd thought that Draco was hers and hers alone. As he made his way over to the table she couldn’t help but stare at him he was a living breathing Greek statue. Finely chiseled out of the palest marble even if he had wrinkles they wouldn’t grace his face like they would others they way his muscles flexed beneath his shirt as he moved with languid cat like grace. What woman wouldn’t fall over themselves for him he was beautiful with his hair hanging down slightly past his shoulders and that cold gray stare.

He saw her watching him and decided to make his steps even slower fixing his stare on her and he flicked his tongue out across his lips hungrily. She couldn’t believe her eyes had he just done that at her. A buxom blonde bounded over towards him and wrote her number on his free hand. She pinched his bottom and gave him a wink before mouthing “call me” and leaving for some where very far away Hermione could only hope. She growled and did what came natural to her.

“Honestly Draco don’t you have any sense of presence. No one wears Versace in broad day light in a less classy McDonald’s. Maybe one day I’ll take you to the one in Rome that way you’d look less odd. It’s got marble flooring maybe I’ll loose you will you’re staring at yourself.” He rolled his eyes and dropped very ungracefully into the side of the booth opposite from her. Traditional Malfoy smirk playing on his lips as a strand of hair fell into his face. The girl that took their order made her way over to them with a tray full of food she couldn’t help but smile at Draco ignoring Hermione’s presence completely as though she had suddenly disappeared. Hermione searched her burger for extra pickles but found instead extra mayo seething she huffed quietly waiting to get the young girls attention. After only thirty seconds and a quick glance from Draco the girl’s incessant babbling was cut short by a wave of his elegant hand.

“While you were so busy rambling away I have noticed three things you have done wrong Ms. Darling....”
“Oh what’s that Drakkie”
“Make that four. First you fail to acknowledge my lady friend here Ms. Hermione Granger who has more brains in her unruly curly hair than you have in your empty head. Second you talked and smiled at me and I say at me because I couldn’t have cared less about what you were saying while I ordered. Third I assumed you fixed the burgers as you incompetent friend back there was so bust drooling over the mere sight of me she couldn’t see straight enough to squirt ketchup in a squiggly line. In doing so you put extra mayonnaise that she happens to hate and no extra pickles which she loves. All of these with the exception of number one pail in comparison to number four which is you called me Drakkie. Only one person has ever called me Drakkie and it and she will stay that way.”
“Mrrrr....Mr”

Draco stood up so suddenly and grabbed Hermione she forgot that he was sitting as he began to drag he out of McDonald’s for what she figured was forever he put his arm very possievly around her waist and she did the same. She felt the pull and pop of apparation and dizzily she fell into his arms they were in Paris. ”What the fuck just happened?”

“I really tried Mione but how the hell do you put up with the ignorance of some people around you!”
“It’s...”
“It’s really fucking appalling that’s what it is!”
“Sure it’s...”
“Sure it’s a great world and I will be the first to admit I LOVE MUGGLES I’ll even wear it on a t-shirt but come on ignorance just doesn’t fit on some people.”

He slammed a door she had never seen before she could only assume that he was righteously mad about what went on but the question was why? Sighing she figured she must be in one of his many penthouses she and decided to make the best of it. She lay sprawled out on a luxuriant looking sofa opposite a painting easel she could see the Eiffel Tower from here. The room was richly and tastefully decorated with rich red, vibrant greens and lush bits of gold and silver. She had to admit the Malfoys knew how to live even if they had they reputation that they did and were once the wizarding world’s most powerful and scummy family as she had often thought of them. No the image of they people they were today was much changed though still lavish rich and haughty they were now view as though they had been on the side of good forever.

Thanks to Dumbledore’s silver tongue people believe that like Snape they were acting under his orders though people are still weary and have their doubts. On the whole they were much like her family. Her thoughts drifted to them was she really pug faced Pansy Parkinson’s sister? Did her parents know that she was destined to be in the wizarding world and become who she had? What of Draco’s sister? Looking around again she spied a picture of Lucius and Narcissa on their wedding day Hermione had never seen someone so beautiful. Marriage....Draco...yes she now remembered Narcissa said he was to be married to a muggle born that he had loved for ages. In her deepest and darkest dreams that she would never admit to anyone save for Ginny Weasley she wished she could marry Draco just to have a teeny tiny piece of the power and influence that his family had. She always had to work twice as hard which meant any children she had would have to work even harder. ”Not if they had the last name Malfoy Hermione?”

She shook her head hard thoughts like those were dangerous ones that stemmed from her wild fantasies. No whoever she married would like Ron wanting a mini Molly Weasley and though she did love Ron she had become accustomed with the richness her job could supply her. Besides he would never be happy with the fact that she made more money than him and she could never be happy with being the more of a bunch of loud unruly redheads that people could spot as a Weasley from miles away. No He was more of a brother to her like she was a sister to Harry though they did have their moments. Maybe if she played Draco just right she could marry him? ”Now you’re thinking like a smart woman Hermione.” ”Yeah and maybe if my big stupid brain wouldn’t stop making such crazy comments I wouldn’t be racked with such stupid Draco filled ideas.

Draco came out of where ever he had went to minus his suit jacket and tie with his sleeves rolled up a glorious smile plastered on his face. He looked like a god well a barefoot one anyway as he stood in front of her. “You know..”he began gracefully sliding to the floor beside the sofa crossing his legs. “Though it is still up for debate mother says that I was conceived here in this very room.” “Oh really? And who’s the other side debating the argument.”
“My father he swears that I was conceived at the Manor.”
“And you don’t believe him?”
“No because that would make me about a month older than I really am love. Plus who wants to find out they were conceived in an icky old marriage bed that’s been used since my great great grand father’s great grand father. Hermione we need to stop running from ourselves and talk about us.”

She shivered a great deal when he said that he was looking straight at her with that cold Malfoy stare. Did he really and truly have feelings for her? It scared her to think so. Should she give in and be the subject of his endless passions? Or should she resist knowing that he would never give up? She didn’t have chance to answer that thought as an owl came soaring though the window and dropped two letters of attendance in their laps. It didn’t wait for any treats it just hooted and left.

HOGWARTS SCHOOL OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY PROUDLY PRESENTS
HOWARTS UNIVERSITY OF WITCHCRAFT AND WIZARDRY

BY ORDER OF HOWARTS SCHOOL AND UNIVERSITY HEADMASTER ALBUS DUMBLEDORE AND THE MINISTRY.

YOU ARE HEARBY SUBJECTED TO ATTEND THE MOST PRESTIGEOUS GRAND OPENING OF THE HOGWARTS UNIVERSITY. WHERE YOU WILL LEARNING TO FUTHER YOUR STUDIES AND BETTER YOUR SKILLS IN ORDER TO BECOME A MORE PRODUCTIVE MEMBER OF THE LONDON WIZARDING COMMUNITY AND WORLD. THE FOLLOWING IS A LIST OF BOOK AND OTHER VARIOUS MATERIALS YOU WILL NEED TO AQUIRE BEFORE ARRIVAL AND A LIST OF YOUR PROFESSORS.


Narcissa paced up and down the bedroom floor blasting roses everytime she turned she was starting to scare Lucius a little.”Love why do you.....”
“I know I’ll hold her down Lucius and you can shag her Draco will forgive us later.”
“Don’t be ridiculous Cissa! Now come and sit beside me.” she crossed her arms like a child.
“I want my grand child now even if it is half sister or brother to Draco.”
“Cissa I understand you feel the pull I feel it too...”
“No you don’t I am an old woman Lucius I should have grand children. NOW! Molly Weasley has a whole hoard of them....”
“Yes well the Weasley’s start young and are a bunch of breeders anyway....”
“The Zambinis have two with a third on the way.” She stuck her lip out lower pouting as though it were the end of the world and kept naming people they knew all of whom had at least a grand child on the way if not already hear.
“Even Snape has a grand child on the way!”
“Severus Snape?”
“Yes his first daughter by Lilly Potter’s sister. Her name? You know the muggle that looks like a horse. Harry Potter’s auntie. She never talks about the child acts like she doesn’t exsist gave the baby to Severus soon as she was born.”

Yes he knew the girl very strange one that girl but very beautiful if you didn’t know Severus you would never know that he was capable of loving and raising a child not to mention looks. She was beautiful and he was well....Lucius gave an involuntary shudder. Was his son attractive enough to Ms. Granger? No impossible she would logically come to the conclusion that his son was the only man for her and make him happy. Therefore he could use this newfound happiness to apologize for all the wrong he had done to him throughout all of Draco’s still young life.

“Snape has a grandchild on the way?”
Blast

Thank Merlin he still held his seat on the Ministry’s council in the education department and after persauding Dumbledore he was sure they wouldn’t be able to control their growing attractions to each other and if that didn’t work he’d pay a visit to Madame Paradis La Petite Chambre du Plaisir.


La Petite Chambre du Plaisir = The Little Chamber of Pleasure


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