Mrs Malfoy

A/N: You’re all amazing. Please keep up the amazing comments.

Kazfeist—I didn’t even think about that, but if the plot allows for it, I’ll see if I can put it in.

Mia—I didn’t find your language unoriginal at all. I rather enjoyed your sentimental expression towards my story. Thanks so much, it made me very happy.

Everyone else! Thank you so much for the reviews. Everyone is saying that Draco is so sweet and nice and I’m trying to make him like that but also try to show that he is schmexy as well. I hope it's working.

~Charlie

Chapter 4

‘So tell me more about Ron,’ Hermione said as she put another piece of fried tomato into her mouth.

‘What about him?’ Malfoy asked.

‘Well, how can he afford that house?’ Hermione asked. ‘Not to be rude or anything, of course.’

Malfoy smiled. ‘After school was over, he went to play for the Chudley Cannons. They wanted him as their keeper so they could try to win some support back to their team. Unfortunately, it didn’t turn out well, the team still went under—apparently there had been a huge debt that they had to pay back, and they couldn’t, not even with Weasley on the team. Weasley borrowed some money from Potter and bought the team really cheap. He revamped everything, got new players and everything, and had Potter play in the first game of the new season, and voila! the Cannons were popular again. People started coming to the games, and they actually won a few and Weasley has made galleons upon galleons from it since he’s the full owner of the team.’

‘That’s nice for him,’ Hermione said. ‘I’m glad that he’s made a good life for himself.’ Malfoy nodded slightly and went back to his haddock. ‘It was just hard seeing Lavender there with his children, you know. I was planning on having his children, not her. But I’m glad that they’re happy and they have two sweet little things.’

‘Four,’ Malfoy said offhandedly.

‘What?’ Hermione asked, shocked.

‘They have four,’ Malfoy said. ‘Number five is in her overly-fertile womb.’

‘Five children!?’ Hermione asked. ‘They have five children together!’

‘All boys,’ Malfoy said. ‘He knocked her up the first time they shagged.’

Hermione’s mouth hung open for a few moments before she began laughing.

‘What’s so funny, love?’

Hermione calmed herself down a bit and wiped the tears of mirth from her eyes. ‘Oh, Godric, I’m so relieved!’ At his confused expression, she continued. ‘I’m relieved because I would never want five children, I only want—’

‘Two,’ Malfoy said. ‘A girl and a boy. You want the girl to be older so that she won’t be picked on by her brother and so that she can keep him in line. But if you end up with two boys or two girls, then you’ll have a third.’

Hermione stared at him. ‘That’s exactly right.’

He smirked. ‘I know.’

She pushed her baked beans around on the plate for a few minutes and drank some more tea. ‘Ron said that I broke up with him,’ she commented.

‘I was there,’ he said with a smile. ‘It was in Potions. He came up to you looking somewhat shy. He hadn’t known that you had seen him and the slag rutting in the Astronomy Tower. So he walked up to you and started “Hermione, love, you know I love you, right?” kind of thing,’ he laughed. ‘And you just stood there with your hands on your hips and your curls all crackling with angry magic and said “I saw you with her, Ronald, but it doesn’t matter. We’re over. I’m fucking Draco Malfoy.”’

‘I said that?’ Hermione asked shyly.

‘Yes,’ he smiled. ‘Because I remember every eye in the room moving straight from you and him to me and I just smirked. That night with you had been absolutely-bloody-amazing but I wasn’t sure if you wanted me anymore than that night. But you had slipped up.’

‘How so?’ she asked.

‘I told you to tell him that you had fucked me,’ he smirked. ‘And you said that you were fucking me. Meaning, to me, that you were planning on making it a more permanent arrangement.’

‘And so we did?’

‘I can’t believe you trust me to do this.’

‘I just found out that the man I love is fucking someone else, Malfoy. You could kill me and I wouldn’t care.’

‘Sort of,’ he said. ‘You were a bit shy about getting back into bed with me, but when I quoted what you had said before about doing everything that the Weasel would never do to you, you relented, because we had done a lot that night, but not everything. Still haven’t done everything, probably, even though we are quite experimental in bed.’ He smiled largely. ‘You’re a right sex kitten when you want to be.’

She blushed. ‘So I lost my virginity to Ron and the very next day had insanely kinky sex with you?’

‘Mmm,’ he nearly growled. ‘Very kinky.’

She felt herself get warm at his words. She thought about that morning when he had taken her from behind and how amazing that had been. She remembered thinking that he was more forceful and seemed an expert. And the way she had come, it had been incredible. And then earlier, just an hour or so before, when he had practically fucked her, how she couldn’t even get a word out because it felt so good. He really was a sex god, and he was hers.

She never thought that she would be happy about that. Even now, she had a certain resignation about that. That he was so good at what he did and she—in a way—had only had sex twice. What if she didn’t get her memory back? What if he would not want her anymore because she was so inexperienced? Would he take a mistress? Did he already have a mistress?

Did she have a mistress? All she knew were those little snippets of conversations that she had been getting from her and Draco’s life together, but that last one had been bad. She didn’t like that she had said ‘Jealous’ in such a sneering voice. She sounded downright evil. She thought that she would be very happy if she never knew what that had meant.

‘Okay,’ she said with determination. ‘Let’s go see my mum. I want to know why I’m a dentist instead of the Minister for Magic.’

She thought that he would smile at that, but instead he frowned. ‘I suppose we should.’

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Hermione sighed in happiness when she saw her parents’ house. Finally, something that had remained the same. She walked slowly up the pavement to the house as it was covered in ice. She opened the door. ‘Mum!’ she cried. ‘Dad!’

Her mother came out of the kitchen and smiled largely, hugging her only daughter. ‘Hermione, dear. How are you?’

‘Oh, I’m wonderful now, mum.’

‘She’s having another relapse,’ Malfoy said from behind Hermione.

Her mother smiled a sad sort of smile. ‘Oh, that’s all right, darling. Have to gone to seen Ron already then?’

Hermione growled. ‘Yes, I have. Cheating bastard.’

‘Language, darling. Would you like a cuppa?’

‘Oh, yes please,’ Hermione smiled.

Her mother started to walk into the kitchen before she turned around. ‘Wait, when have you relapsed to?’ she asked.

‘When we went back to school for seventh year after the war,’ Draco said. Hermione sat down on a big comfy love-seat in the lounge and Malfoy sat down next to her.

‘Milk, three sugars then,’ her mum smiled.

‘Do I take it different now?’ Hermione asked.

‘Black, one sugar,’ Draco said.

‘Eww,’ she complained. Malfoy just laughed.

‘The usual for you, Draco?’ Mrs Granger asked from the kitchen.

‘Yes, please, Rose.’

‘Rose?’

‘Rose.’

Hermione looked back and forth between the two. She was strangely happy that they got along so well. Her mother was a career-oriented kind of woman, she always wanted Hermione to not settle. She was the reason that Hermione had tried so hard in school, to prove to her mother that she was going to do her absolute best and not let boys or hormones get in the way of her studies.

Her mother was the reason that she wanted to be the Minister for Magic. So why was she a dentist?

Her mother came back in with two cups of tea and handed one to Hermione and one to Draco. ‘Ta, Rose,’ Malfoy said.

They talked about unimportant topics while they drank their teas. They talked about the weather and how it had been a particularly dry yet cold winter. It had snowed a few times and it was only December. They talked about sports—her mother was an avid football fan, mostly of Manchester United. Hermione was sad to hear that Beckham had left the team.

After an hour or two, Hermione finally brought up the subject of their being there in the first place. ‘Mum, Malfoy says that I’m a dentist, and that you could tell me why.’

Her mother sighed deeply. ‘Yes, I can tell you why,’ she said softly. ‘But you’re not going to like it.’

Hermione looked to Draco and then back to her mother and they were both wearing the same expression of grief. ‘What’s wrong?’

‘Hermione, darling, it was your father’s dying wish for you to take over his practice.’

Hermione inhaled sharply and she felt a pain in her chest. She breathed out and took a deep breath. ‘What?’

‘He found out just when you were graduating from school that he had cancer,’ Rose continued. ‘Brain cancer. There was nothing that they could do to save him.’

Tears were falling down Hermione’s cheeks and Draco grabbed her hand and squeezed it slightly.

‘He knew that you wanted to work in the Ministry, darling, but he thought that you should still keep your Muggle heritage as well. He said that you could straddle both worlds if you worked in one and lived in another. He wanted you to do that, so that you wouldn’t completely desert me when he was gone. That’s what he told me.’

Hermione sobbed. ‘I would never desert you, Mum.’

‘Oh, I know that, darling,’ she said. She walked over to Hermione and held her other hand. ‘But your father cared so much. He asked you to take care of his practice and of me. He really needn’t bother, but he wanted to.’

‘Oh, Merlin,’ she cried. ‘Oh, Godric, I can’t…I wasn’t there when my father died!?’ she sobbed.

‘Oh, darling, you were there,’ Rose smiled, crying as well. ‘You were by his side the day that he left us. You held his hand right through to the end.’

Hermione’s face was red now and she felt like she couldn’t breathe. ‘Daddy.’

Her mother brushed the tears from Hermione’s face with her thumb. ‘I know, darling, you loved him so much.’

‘No!’ Hermione cried. ‘No, he can’t be dead. Gods, tell me this is a joke, please tell me that this isn’t true!’ She sniffled a couple times. ‘Why are you doing this to me?’ She screamed at the ceiling, ‘What did I ever do to you!?’

‘Love,’ Draco started.

‘No,’ Hermione said. ‘Please don’t, Malfoy. Please don’t say anything. I just…I need some air.’

She jumped up and walked swiftly out of the front door as she wiped her tears from her eyes. She forgot about the ice on the pavement, however, and her trainers gave way on the slippery surface and she fell flat on her back with a loud ‘thwack!’ Her vision swam; she felt something warm spread across the back of her head and saw a bit of blond hair before everything went black.