Somewhere in the Middle

Remus interrupted, “Speaking of Albus’s game, I believe if you plan to take over the Ministry now is the time to act.”



Getting Settled –


“Perhaps it would be best to discuss this in private, Remus.” Snape’s deep voice seemed to cut through the tension in the air.


Hermione looked at her professor, her chin jutted out defiantly. He knew that look, and oh, how he loathed it. “I’m not leaving, sir.”


No, the defiant little witch would not leave. Severus knew her mannerisms well. He knew he could remove her bodily from the room, and yet somehow she would get the information she sought. Best let her stay, at least then he’ll know if she’s planning anything. Perhaps he could get something out of it.


“Very well, Hermione, but I think it’s only fair if we are to share our plans with you, you should share something with us.” He tried to keep his face as neutral as possible. It wouldn’t do to appear cocky and annoy the little witch.

She raised a sardonic eyebrow at him and smirked, a move that was not missed by anyone in the room. “Very well, Uncle, that sounds fair. When Lupin is done, I will determine what I want to share.”

My, my, she really is my niece.

Draco couldn’t help the small smile that was tugging at his cheeks.
So the kitty wants to play.

“If I may, I really don’t think that this would be the best conversation to have in front of Hermione.” Remus cut in.


“Why’s that, because I’m a witch, or maybe because keeping information from me has worked out so well in the past?” Her tone was dripping with sarcasm.


Remus sighed, “The information is a bit… sensitive.”

“Sensitive how, does it involve me?” she pressed. Sensitive really, doesn’t he realize she has been involved in this war since she was eleven- well, ten.

Tom looked at his granddaughter for a moment, and then over to the man he considered a son. Severus gave him a slight nod of his head indicating that he felt she should stay.

Tom looked at Remus. “She will stay.”

Hermione felt like punching her fist in the air, but remained calm. Although her expression remained neutral the men in the room could not miss the slight sparkle in her eyes.


Lucius looked over to Remus, “Should I retrieve Bella.”


Remus nodded in response.


Lucius called an elf and asked him to fetch is sister-in-law; only moments later Bellatrix Lestrange glided into the room.


She approached Hermione, who unconsciously stood; the manners her mother had taught her holding firm even in her state of shock.

“Hermione, it’s a pleasure to finally get a chance to meet you.” Bella reached out to shake her hand. Hermione allowed it, and politely replied, “It’s a pleasure to meet you as well.” Pleasure might be a stretch, but as long as there was no hexing involved it wasn’t so bad.


Bellatrix smiled, “I have so many stories about you mother, dear, anything you want to know don’t hesitate to ask.”

Hermione nodded, a bit put out that her impression of the women was so off. It wasn’t her fault really, the only other time she met the women was in battle.

As Bella settled in Snape addressed Hermione, “One other thing, I think it’s only fair that I get to ask you a question, and you give an honest answer; not that you randomly pick what you want to tell us.”


Hermione nodded, “Fair enough.” She has had enough practice in evasion- although going up against Snape may be difficult.

Remus took a deep breath before beginning, “Albus is extremely out of sorts, I think now would be the best time to attack the ministry and assume control. Between Arthur’s death and Hermione escaping- he seemed to forget himself a bit. There was no vow of secrecy in yesterday’s meeting.”

Arthur Weasly is dead; Hermione didn’t know how she felt about this. She didn’t really like the man, but that didn’t mean she wanted him dead.

Tom was watching his granddaughters face, her emotion seemed to dance in her eyes. She seemed a bit confused, perhaps he need to have a talk with her about Arthur.

“Albus wants Harry retrieved within a week. Ronald had an outburst that was- informative.” Remus paused a moment, on one hand he was relieved Alex was not in the room, and on the other hand he was extremely disturbed that Hermione was.

“It would seem that Ronald believes that marrying Hermione will elevate his family’s standings.” Remus watched as everyone let the information sink in.


Hermione was the first to find her tongue, “Firstly, I would never marry Ronald Weasley, and secondly why would he think I could raise his family’s standings. I’m a simple muggle-born witch to him.”

“It would seem that both Arthur and Ronald were aware of your heritage, and I’m not sure that he cares if you’re willing to be bound to him.” Remus was staring down at the table. He did not want to see the hurt in her eyes.

Hermione’s voice was becoming shrill, “You can’t force someone to be bound to you; both precipitants have to be willing. If that idiot thinks for a moment that I would marry him after the way he has treated me over the years he is sorely mistaken.”

Tom stood, “Hermione, bindings require both members to participate without magical coercion. There are many way to gain compliance without using magic.”

Tom walked out from the table, a walked across the room. Leaning against the side-board he waved for Remus to continue.


“It would seem that Albus promised Hermione to Ronald.” Remus looked Tom in the eyes at he said this.


Draco stood; “He did what?” his voice was quiet with dangerous undertone.

Hermione looked at Draco, in all of their years of fighting, she had never been afraid of him. Looking at him now he was quite the imposing figure. He was at least six feet, with broad shoulders, and a solid build. His dark robes stood in striking contrast to his fair skin and white blond hair. His magic was charging the air around him making his anger almost tangible. It was quite the site, and she was glad she was not the object of his ire.

Remus sighed, “Weasley made it clear that once she is bound to him he will use any means necessary to control her.”

“And you did nothing!” Draco shouted at him.

Remus jumped up from his seat, “What would you have me do, Draco! I was in the middle of the Orders headquarters, alone!”

Draco did not back-down, “Try killing him for starters! It’s one curse Lupin; you could have fired it off before anyone had a chance to react!”

“Draco!” Hermione was shocked; sure she was upset that she was apparently being offered off as if she was a possession; but killing him was a bit harsh.


“First of all, there will be no killing in my name.” The group stared at her like she was insane.


Draco interrupted her, “This is a war, Hermione, there will be deaths.”

“Fine, just not in my name.” she huffed, “I’m only sixteen, I’m too young to be married. I don’t reach my majority for another year. Now as disturbing as-“

Draco had resorted to trying to pace away his aggression, when his godfather started to explain. “No, Hermione, the age of majority was changed by the ministry to better acclimate to the modern world. Magical maturity is reached at the age of sixteen. It is possible for you to be bound to someone; but the ministry will not acknowledge the bond until you are seventeen. Once the bond is um... consummated, it is unbreakable.”

Hermione looked at him with wide eyes. The air in the room was becoming thick with her anger. “Well, I have no plans to consummate anything with Ronald-“

Her speech was cut short as Remus’s words came back to her.

Any mean necessary to control her.


Hermione seemed to deflate into her seat; and she let out a soft, “Oh”


Theo walked over to his sister; his anger seemed to deflate with hers. Placing a hand on her shoulder he kneeled down so he was eye level with her, “I promised you I would not let anyone hurt you again, Hermione, and I will not, we will not.”


Hermione could only weakly nod in response. The thing was she is not afraid of Ron, he may be physically stronger then her; but as the saying goes, magically her wand was bigger. If he thought he could force himself on her; he was going to learn the hard way who he was dealing with.


The group watched as her posture straightened and a fire seemed to light behind her eyes. “I’m not afraid of Ronald,” she spat the name out. “And if he thinks he can do anything to me without my consent he’ll find himself short an appendage.”

Theo cringed.


Lucius raised an eyebrow.


Snape just eyed his niece carefully, trying to subtly probe her mind; only to be met by a wall that had a mental image of his sister pacing in front of it.

A guard how- interesting.

Snape had to agree with Draco on this one, he wanted the boy found and slaughtered like the pig he apparently was.

Bella smiled, that a girl.

Tom also eyed his granddaughter in a similar fashion as Snape. Only when Tom tried to probe her mind and met the wall he pushed a little harder. The mental image of Isabella turned on him and forcefully expelled him from Hermione’s mind with a blast of light from her hands. Tom grabbed the side-board to hold his balance.

Damn that hurt.

Before Hermione had a chance to chastise her grandfather for trying to break into her thoughts, Tom spoke, “I should have figured that you were a natural occlumens, you come from a long line of wizards gifted in the art. You should tell Isabella that she plays sentry to your thoughts, I’m sure she would be most honored.”


Draco stopped pacing and looked at Hermione. He didn’t understand how everyone could be so calm; Weasley basically announced he was going to take Hermione by force. He was going to kill the little shit.


“Hermione, why were you appariting all over the country the other night?”


She looked at Draco, not sure where he was going with this line of questioning. “Ron had grabbed me, and I was trying to shake him off me.”


Draco couldn’t help raising his voice, “you could have killed yourself, and wouldn’t it have been easier to hex him.”


Oh, sneaky bastard.

Hermione sighed, “I may have panicked a bit; but it’s common knowledge that the passenger apparator will splinch before the primary apparator.”

Lucius grimaced. While it was an extremely gruesome means of escaping capture, it can be very effective, and she was certainly not the first person to try it.

Draco continued, “So if Weasley grabbed you again are you going to panic?”


Before Draco could continue Tome interrupted, “Enough, Draco, you made your point. Remus, how does Albus plan to get to Hermione?”

“He plans to have Severus deliver her to the Order.” Remus stated with a smile, “He said something to the effect of having Severus show his true allegiance.”


Severus snorted in response, “So, we up the attack on the Ministry, and I show my true allegiance. I have no issue with that, once Tom makes me headmaster of the school Albus will no longer have access.” Severus paused a moment before pointing at his niece and adding, “She is to go nowhere near any of this.”


Tom nodded, “I agree, Alex is already in Greece, he is instructing the elves to open the manor. After that he is traveling to retrieve the wand-maker. Gregorovitch is refusing to travel alone, not that I blame him. I hope to have wands for Isabella and Hermione by the end of the week.”

Tom looked at his granddaughter, “Hermione, you will have an escort at all times.”


As Hermione began to protest Tom held up his hand. “This is not up for debate, you are a target and you will not be left alone. Greece is neutral, we can move shop there. If the takeover is not successful anyone who is not involved in the battle can seek amnesty.”

Hermione looked annoyed at her grandfather, “I’m going to the Ministry.”

Snape internally groaned taking at the defiant stance his niece had taken.

Tom could have growled at the girl. “You are a sixteen year old girl! You will do as I tell you, and I am telling you that you will be tucked away safely in Greece, and I will keep you under guard.”


Hermione pulled herself to her full height; which would have been funny if the situation was not so tense- and advanced on her grandfather. “My chronological age may be sixteen; but biologically I am going to be eighteen if not older. I have been in battle grandfather – I have been in battle more than once, I am going. I should be given the chance to face those who have plotted against me.”

The room was silent as electricity seemed to crackle between the two. Tom towered over his granddaughter, and looking into her eyes he almost instantly deflated. So much like my Alyssa.

Tom sighed and brought his hand up to run it through his hair; only to find himself whipped with an invisible crack of magic. As Tom stumbled back trying to regain his footing, Hermione spun to flee the room; only to be caught at the door by her Uncle.

Severus wrapped his arms around her as she struggled. He could hear her mumbling she didn’t mean it. Snape smoothed down her hair and rubbed small circles on her back while murmuring nonsense to calm her.


Lucius assisted Tom into a chair.


Tom cleared his throat, “Lucius contact Gibbons, I want Samuel, now! Draco you’ll be spending the next few hours with Hermione. Theo you are to contact Blaise, Greg, and Vincent. I think you all can arrange a schedule with Hermione to make sure she is not left alone. Severus, when Albus contacts you I want you to try and find out the day they plan on retrieving Harry; we will attack the ministry at the same time. Bella, notify everyone we will be meeting tomorrow night.”


Tom looked at Severus who still had Hermione within his embrace. “Now, if you’ll all excuse us; I would like to speak with Hermione privately.” As an afterthought he added, “Draco please wait outside.”


Snape ushered Hermione to the chair next to Tom, and sat on the opposite side of her. Tom looked at the teary eyed girl; he was going to enjoy killing Samuel.


“When your mother was fourteen,” he paused a moment before clarifying, “your birth mother Alyssa. Well, when she was fourteen she started to date a boy, I think she said it was casual. I told her that was unacceptable, and if any boy wished to date her they needed to ask formal permission from me.” He smiled fondly at the memory, “I also told her she was not allowed to date at all until she was sixteen, and that she would not be allowed to date the boy who failed to ask my permission.”


He looked Hermione in the eye with a smile tugging at his cheeks, “You know what she did, Hermione, she hexed me.” Hermione’s eyes went wide, and she opened her mouth to explain she didn’t mean to. But was interrupted by her grandfather. “Hush, just listen for a moment. She intentionally hexed me with a toe-nail growing hex. I punished her for a month, I let her out after two weeks- she always knew how to manipulate me. But, the point is she did it intentionally, and I am well aware the blast of magic you hit me with was not intentional; I will not hurt you, the only time I would ever lift my wand at you is if we were to train together and I would never raise my hand to you. Do you understand?”


She nodded and gave him a small smile.

“Good, and you will not being going to the Ministry.” He again held his hand up to halt her protest. “Look at things from perspective, Hermione, I only just found you. I understand that you have been involved in the war, but that does not make it right. We are making plans for all of the under-age children to leave the country, as well as anyone who is last in their line.”

He patted her knee before standing, “Now, have Draco show you the gardens they are lovely.”

She walked over to the table and pick up her journal, as she made her way out the door she heard her grandfather call after her with laughter in his voice, “and we will be talking about these spells you have been casting later.”

~oOo~


As Hermione made her way out of the dining room Draco was waiting and placed his arm in hers. “Alright?”


She nodded and he continued. “We can go outside; the grounds are huge so you don’t really feel trapped in the house. I asked one of the elves to set up some sandwiches in the garden for us.”


They sat in the garden and ate in silence. Hermione couldn’t help noticing Draco’s stiff posture and forced politeness. He was mad at her and she really didn’t understand why. Was he mad because he had to babysit her?


Hermione stood up and removed her outer robes. Walking down to the small pond she spread them on ground and sat. Drawing her knees up to her chest, she folded her arms across her knees, resting her head in her arms, and stared out into the water.


Draco was seething. He couldn’t believe she defended Weasley. Well, if he was honest it wasn’t actually a defense; she just didn’t want him killed on her behalf. As far as Draco was concerned that was not acceptable. He was past denying he was attracted to the witch, and he would not allow this to go unpunished.

He didn’t realize Hermione had moved, and when he looked over he was quite taken with her silhouette. Her short dress had ridden high on her toned thigh; he was absolutely transfixed by the smoothness of her skin. The only word that came to mind was flawless, and he had to fight the urge to go over to her and run his hand up her legs. She had pulled her hair over her shoulder off to one side, baring her slender neck to him. She could almost pass for a water nymph; all she needed was a rock to sunbathe on, and less clothing. Draco held in a groan at the thought.

Hermione, deciding she had enough stood, “I’m going to head to my room.” She wanted to ask him why he was mad, but just couldn’t find the courage. She was beginning to like this Draco; he was so different from the man she thought him to be. She didn’t think she could handle him converting back to the old Draco.


They made their way back to her room. Draco’s hand gently placed on the small of her back as he guided through the manor- the mixed signal confused her a bit. But it felt comfortable to her, secure.


Draco turned to her as she they reached her door, “Dinner is at seven, if you would like an escort before then call for Mipsy; she will find one of us.” He placed a kiss on the back of her hand before taking his leave.


If Draco was one to frolic, he would have been skipping back to his room. He had a plan, and it was a good one.

~oOo~


Draco walked into his room and was not at all surprised to see Theo, Blaise, Greg, and Vincent lounging about. All three boys were listening with rapt attention as Theo updated them on the events of the morning.


Draco looked over to Blaise who was lounging on his bed, “Make yourself at home.”


His friend smirked in response, “I’m trying your bed’s a bit small though.”


Draco snorted, the high four post bed could sleep the five of them side-by-side comfortable.


“You’re in a better mood then I expected?” Theo said in a questioning tone.


As Draco made his way over to his desk, he began to scribble out a quick note. He absent-mindedly answered his friend, “I’m in a fine mood. In all honesty I am not sure how you remained so calm.” Draco called for a house-elf and asked him to deliver his missive.

“My father had a talk with me last night. He said it was important that I kept my cool; he didn’t think she would be up to dealing with angry wizards; even if that anger was not directed at her. But, I am going to kill Weasley.

Blaise interrupted, “Just be careful, you are not protected by law since he has not actually touched her.”

Theo nodded, “When we return to school he will make a move for her. He’s too stupid to be subtle.”

Draco was in his closet listening to the two, he came out dressed in his formal robes, and carrying a staff similar to the one Lucius was often seen with.

Greg and Vincent just stared at him; their friend was up to something. His mood was to good not to be.

Theo raised an eyebrow to him, and Blaise laughed outright.

Blaise questioned him, “You like her that much?” Blaise and Theo connected the dots long ago; they both knew their friend carried a torch for the little witch.

Draco nodded and walked to the window as an owl started tapping on it. Taking the package from the owl he examined the content and nodded to the owl, “there’s food in the owlery and you can rest there.” With a soft hoot the owl flew away.

“Let’s see it then.” Blaise held out his hand, and Theo walked over so he could what was sent.

In the tiny box was a small silver cuff, in the center of the ring was the Malfoy crest, and the band was lined with emeralds. Theo let out a soft whistle. “You better not be playing around with her, Draco.”

“If I was playing around, would I be in dress robes or retrieved that gift?” Draco asked, annoyed at his friend.


Blaise looked at Draco, “it’s nice, but do you think she will accept it?”


“I do, I am going to ask formal permission though.” Draco nodded to himself.

“Such the Slytherin, Draco. This will also give you dibs on the Weasel.”


Draco smiled and nodded.


“I’m going to ask Lord Riddle, being that Lord Nott is not here.” Draco explained.


Theo shook his head, “My grandfather sent for my father, he wanted to explain everything in person. The Gods only know what would happen if he heard this information second hand.”


Vincent who had been quiet spoke up, “Your dad’s already here, they were talking with Lupin and Fenrir when I came in- man that guy is creepy. But I don’t think the Weasels gonna be in school this year. I tried to listen for a bit, and Remus was saying that Dumblfool had plans to send Hermione, Ron, and Harry on a trip to look for something- said Weasley asked Dumbletool how they were going to find his stupid treasures without her.” Vincent crinkled his eyebrows for a moment before adding, “Lord Riddle, your father, and Professor Snape all seem to think he took her for some other reason than to punish Riddle. Your dad started to go a bit mental when Fenrir pushed me out the door. Heard stuff braking, I was smart enough not to argue.”

“What other reason?” Draco asked his agitation clear in his voice.


Vincent shrugged his shoulders.


“Makes sense though, if you think about it.” Draco looked over to Blaise when he began to speak. “If he really wanted to punish Riddle, killing her would have worked fine.”


Both Theo and Draco looked at him with wide-eyes. Blaise looked at Theo directly in the eyes as he spoke. “Think about it, what Dumbledore did to her took a lot of effort. He wanted her around, and I can’t believe that it was only to punish your grandfather. I think punishing your family was just an added perk to his plans.”


Theo and Draco both seemed to realize the weight of Blaise’s statement at the same time.


Draco looked at Blaise, “None of this matters, between the five of us she is under lock and key.”


Blaise snorted, “Maybe we are not talking about the same person, but it seems like Hermione has found a way to get herself into plenty of trouble. Even under Snape’s rather large nose.”


Theo looked annoyed with his friend, “Yeah, but he was not guarding her, we will be with her all the time.”


Blaise smiled, “True, but Theo I don’t know how to tell you this, but… I’m a little bit afraid of your little sister, and if she tries to get away… I know she’s a tiny little thing- but I’m not sure I’ll be able to stop her. You remember what she did to Draco third year, right?”

Theo laughed at his friend, “Don’t worry mate, she’s wandless for now.”


Draco smiled at his friends as he left the room.


~oOo~

Hermione sat on her bed and placed her journal in front of her. Taking a small pin she pierced her finger and squeezed a drop of blood on the cover of the book.


The book shifted slowly, it became thicker, and the pages slowly melded together to form the sides of a box. When the transformation finished, Hermione pulled the cover off the newly formed box. Reaching inside she pulled out a red crystal ball.


She placed her thumb on the center of the orb and whispered, “I love divination.” Hermione smiled as the ball immediately came to life and she could hear Harry’s voice.


‘Hermione are okay’

‘Where are you they said you were kid-napped’

‘Mione’ please get in touch with me.’


When Harry’s messages to her were through, she whispered “inner eye” and started dictating the event of the last two days to the ball. She finished with a request for Harry to speak with her at midnight.

When she was through, she placed the ball into the box, placed the lid on top, and watched as it shifted back into her journal.

~oOo~

Draco Malfoy entered his father’s study, his father and godfather looking at him with raised eyebrows.


He approached Alex Nott and after an elegant bowel began to speak. “Lord Nott, I wish to solicit formal permission to court your daughter, Hermione Nott.” Draco was barely able refrain from rolling his eyes.


Like he doesn’t know his daughters name.


“Young Lord Malfoy, what gift do you have to present to my daughter.” Alex Nott asked. It was silly really; the gift intended to symbolize a suitor’s wealth. Alex was well aware that if his daughter was to marry into the Malfoy family she would be well provided for. He also knew he was wealthy enough that if his daughter wanted to marry a pauper she could.


Draco handed Alex the small box, Alex opened it and raised an eyebrow. Dropping all pretenses of formality Alex spoke. “This gift will most likely mean more to me and my own sanity then hers, but I am sure she will appreciate it, and it’s beauty.” Alex sighed, “You have my permission Draco, but you must acquire hers as well.”


Draco nodded; he hadn’t counted on needing her permission.


As Draco was making his way out of the room, Alex called out “You have two days Draco before I tell her myself.”


Lucius looked over to his friend, “What did he offer?”

Alex smiled, “The Malfoy wand cuff.”

Lucius nodded his head showing his approval, “I think he means to go after the Weasley boy.”

Tom looked at the men, “I was afraid this morning he was going to go out on his own. Keep an eye on him Lucius; we can’t have our anger getting the better of us.”

Lucius bowed his head in acknowledgment, losing their heads would not due. One must be meticulous when planning their revenge. He will make sure his son has his time with the Weasley boy. Perhaps he should contact Percy.

~oOo~

Hermione did not bother showing for dinner, when Theo came to her room to collect her she feigned sleep.


Her mother came to her room shortly after. Explaining she was leaving for the manor in Greece that evening. The Healers were to remove the binding on her magic and explained that it may be volatile. “They said it was sort of like a bottle of butterbeer, as long as the lid is on you can shake it as much as you want; but if you don’t take the lid off slowly it will explode.”

After forty-five minutes of convincing her daughter she would not actually explode, but she may have severe bouts of un-controlled magic; they shared a weepy good-bye and her mother took her leave.

Theo came and checked on her one last time before heading off to bed. She continued to feign sleep.


At midnight she pricked her finger, and removed the crystal ball from her journal. Touching her thumb to the center of the ball she whispered her password. A moment later it started glowing a soft blue color, and she could hear Harry calling her name.

‘You there Hermione.’ Harry sounded a bit anxious.

‘I’m here, Harry.’ Hermione was relieved to hear his familiar voice.

‘Hermione, um… wow’

Hermione giggled, ‘wow, is right Harry.’

‘Are you alright, Mione’, really alright?’

Hermione sighed, ‘yes, I’m fine, maybe a little confused.’

Even though she couldn’t see him, she could only smile as she imagined him nodding his head up and down.

‘Kingsley said that Draco put you under the Imperious. I believed him, but Luna reminded me that you could shake it off since fifth year.’

‘No, I was not under the Imperious – Harry someone from the order tried to hit me with the entrail-expelling curse. Ron hit me in the back with a slicing charm. Draco saved my life- and… and Greg Goyle is funny.’ Hermione paused for a moment. ‘Harry Dumbledore is alive.’


‘Mione’ they are coming to get me in five days, at nine-thirty at night. I think you should tell Snape, and go to Greece. Do you feel safe with them?’


Hermione thought about it for a second before replying, ‘safer then I have felt in a long time.’


‘Then I want you to stay there, I’ll have to meet up with you soon, Luna’s dad was able to get the journal you asked for. I think you may have put a dent in my vault with this one.’


Hermione smiled, ‘Sorry,’ though Harry could tell by her tone she didn’t really mean it. ‘I’ll try to arrange a time to meet you; do you think you could get out of the house to go shopping?’


‘Yeah, Dudley has been more than willing to help me since the dementor attack.’


‘I have to go Mione’ be careful please, and I don’t believe I am saying this but make sure to stick with your bodyguards okay.’


‘Yes, Harry… and you be careful to- I love you.’


‘Love you to, Mione.’

~oOo~

Draco was in the kitchen eating a large slice of chocolate cake when Hermione walked in. He had to swallow the large lump in his throat as he took in her attire.

Her negligee barely tickled the tops of the thighs; the satin material seemed to ripple over her body as she walked. The low neck line combined with thin spaghetti straps showed off the swells of her breast- her free unconfined breast, with pert little nipples showing through the almost see through fabric- the thought of her unconfined breast caused his little Slytherin to twitch with-in its confines.

Draco’s legs stood on their own accord, and as the chair he was sitting in scraped on the hard surface of the floor she turned to him. She watched with wide-eyes as he stalked towards her. Her arms came around her middle trying to cover herself- taking a step backwards for every step he took forward. When her back hit the wall it only took a moment before Draco was on her.


Only a hairs breadth away Draco gently peeled her arms from around her middle pulling both of her arms above her head; he took her small wrist in his large hand and secured them to the wall. With his other hand he began caressing her side. She shivered in response.

“Please, don’t be afraid of me, Hermione.” He murmured to her.

She gently shook her head, looking to his eyes as she whispered, “I’m not afraid.” Her husky tone was nearly his undoing.

He dipped his head to take her lips within his own; he was gentle – knowing she had not had much experience. Gently he nipped and sucked as he pried her lips apart with his tongue, as he deepened the kiss she accepted him. The kiss quickly progressed, as Draco situated his knee between her thighs. When he felt her tongue start to duel with his own he let out a soft growl. He released her wrist and she wrapped her arms around his shoulders. Her leg rising up on his hip, opening herself to him, allowing him the friction he so desired.


His need for oxygen had him pulling away from her mouth, only to move to her neck; gently he nipped and sucked- allowing her soft moans and whimpers to guide him in his exploration. His thumb gently rolled over her hardened nipple through the silky material of her negligee- she moaned loudly and arched into his hand.


Draco’s hands quickly dropped to cup her bum. He lifted her and she wrapped her other leg around him. He was becoming frantic; his lips found hers again, and he kissed her hard as he walked her over to the table and laid her out on top of it. Her legs remained wrapped securely around his hips as he ground his erection against her quimm.

“I need you, Hermione. I want to make you mine.” He murmured in her ear and she whimpered in response.


He rolled the strap of her nightgown down her arm exposing her lush breast. As he paid homage to her areola and nipple with his tongue- she cried out, “Miss is needing you”


Draco froze for a second, before moving to the other breast.


Hermione began to plead, “Young master, please, miss is needing you.”


Draco sat bolt upright grabbing his wand from beneath his pillow as he heard Theo call out, “Draco, come on!”


He quickly threw himself out of the bed barely taking notice to his painful erection as he ran down the hall after this friend.


~oOo~


It was early, pre-dawn light barely illuminated the sky. A light tapping noise on the window woke Hermione from her sleep. She groaned as she rolled out of bed; her dreams were plagued with images of Ronald Weasley forcing himself on her as she lay defenseless unable to stop him- to put it lightly she had a restless night, waking several times covered in a cold sheen of sweat.


She walked over to open the window. The owl quickly flew in, dropped its burden on the floor, and promptly flew out the window; not bothering to wait for a treat.


Hermione knew better then to approach the package she back away from it, her back pressed against the wall. Before she had a chance to call out for Mipsy the box feel open and she heard Ron’s angry voice, “This could have been avoided, but since you refuse to come home those you care for will suffer.”


She gasped as she looked down at the box. Her legs went weak beneath her as she slowly slid down the wall. “Mipsy,” she called, her weak voice sounding foreign to her own ears.


The house-elf appeared, gasping at the site of her mistress. The elf quickly popped out of the room, and popped into the closest occupied room in the manor.


~oOo~


Theo ran into Hermione’s room wand in hand ready for battle. He saw his sister slumped against the wall, and followed her eyes to the box on the floor that she was still staring at.


“Bloody fucking… fuck, fuck, fuck!” Theo could barely make out the mangled body of an orange cat. Little tufts of burnt-orange colored fur stood out in contrast from its blood soaked carcass, its head sitting at an unnatural angel in comparison to its body.

Theo looked at his sister, “Hermione, did you touch it?” She did not respond, beginning to panic he asked her again, “Did you touch, Hermione, answer me!”


She shook her head, still not taking her eyes off of the box.


Draco looked at Hermione who was leaning against the wall with her knees drawn up to her chest, part of her foot covered in her own sick.

Theo looked at him, “get her out of here.” He then directed Mipsy to retrieve his father.

Draco pointed his wand at the vomit casting a quick Evanesco banishing it to only the gods knew where. Grabbing a blanket off of the bed, he wrapped Hermione in it and scooped her up into his arms.


Making his way down the hallway, he passed his mother and father running towards her room.

“Merlin, what happened?” Narcissa gasped.

Draco quickly explained to his parents what happened. His mother followed him downstairs into the parlor. He tried to lay her down on the sofa, but she would not release her arms from around his neck.


He was still sitting on the sofa with her when the healer arrived. She checked her over for curses before giving her a calming draught, and informing them she was suffering from mild shock.


Narcissa called an elf and asked to have another room prepared for her. Draco made sure it was the spare room across from his own.


~oOo~


Two days had gone by since the ‘incident’ as it had been deemed. Hermione walked around in a daze most of the time, she pick at her food only when told to eat and mainly kept to herself. She had relayed what happened to Harry, but even avoided talking to him directly.


She was not as morose as she appeared though; she had to get to muggle London and was trying to figure out the best way to do it. Harry said he could get the books to her whenever she could go.


She was also developing a deep appreciation for her new Slytherin family.


The young men took their guard duty seriously. She had at least one of them with her at all times. Draco had actually sent Mipsy into the bath thinking something must of happened because she was taking so long. Hermione could help but think, yes, a giant bath with perpetually hot water happened, of course I’m taking long.


She found that they were all very different. It was both a silly and surprising discovery when she discovered this, she wasn’t sure why she thought they would all be the same. Well, maybe she did since at school they seemed to be all sneers and grumbles.


Blaise was usually quiet, but in a reassuring way. He didn’t pressure her to talk and seemed to understand that she needed to work things out in her head, before she could vocalize them. He was very intelligent and usually had a comment on whatever book she was reading.

Theo was quite when he was with a large group, he often observed everybody. He would make comments to her about people as they watched. When they were alone he would talk to her in quiet tones, he talked about everything from his childhood to his career goals. She would nod and occasionally comment; it was interesting learning about the brother she never knew she had.

Draco was sweet and considerate of her. He had a uncanny ability to make her feel safe. He was all gentle casual touches, and believe or not hugs; she would have never pictured Draco as a cuddler, but she wasn’t complaining about it either. Her main concern was the butterflies that fluttered in her stomach every time he entered the room- they were becoming harder, and harder to ignore.


Greg and Vincent were usually together, and they were relentless in their antics, trying their hardest to make her laugh. She could not believe these were the two henchmen from school. They reminded her of the Weasley twins, only their pranks and antics were harmless; and that was where she was at now. Sitting in the gardens at Malfoy Manor watching Greg and Vincent duel; only rule was they could only use appearance altering charms.


She really couldn’t understand how she missed all this at school.


“Greg?” Hermione called out in a questioning tone.


He looked delighted to hear her say something, and she couldn’t help the small smile tugging at her cheeks as he turned to her sporting a bright pink beard, rather large breast, and a large hoop in his nose.


“Alright there Hermione?” He smiled at her.

“Why don’t you act like this in school?”


“I do, well at least in the common room and at our table in the great hall,” was his response.


“People see what that want and expect to see, Hermione.” Blaise’s voice coming from behind her caused her to jump. Damn Slytherins, she was sure their expensive shoes were charmed to be silent.

Draco, Blaise, and Theo came strolling up to her blanket in the grass. Theo and Blaise sat on opposite sides of her, and Draco sat a few inches behind her leaning against a tree. She could feel the closeness of his body on her back- damn butterflies.


Hermione looked at Blaise. “I understand that, but they also spend a good deal of time being Draco’s henchmen.”


Blaise nodded and Theo spoke up, “Yeah, but you have to admit Draco was a prat for a while there; he really needed the guards.”

“Hey, I’m sitting here.” Draco cut-in.


“See, the thing is when people hear us laughing in the great hall, they always assumed we were talking about eating babies or plotting to take over the world.” Vincent looked at Hermione his expression was serious, but Hermione couldn’t help smiling at his purple face.


“Is that what you’ve been thinking about the past two days?” Theo asked her seriously.

Hermione just shrugged her shoulder noncommittally.

“We have some news.” Theo said quietly, “and we don’t want you to get upset. But, we think it would be better coming from us then you finding out second-hand.”


Hermione nodded waiting for her brother to continue.


“We were able to find out the Weasel was solely responsible for the incident the other morning, and it was not sanctioned by the Order.” Taking a deep breath he continued. “Grandfather had asked Amos to contact Percy. Percy went home and found his mum in quite a state.”

Hermione was eyeing him intently, waiting for him to continue.


“Percy told them about the incident. Apparently, Ginerva help him cast the spells on the box.” Theo continued.


Hermione looked horrified, she really didn’t think that Ginny was involved in this, and she was sure the girls feeling for Harry were real. Everything else aside, Hermione would have never thought Ginny was cable of torturing a helpless animal.

She felt Draco’s hands grab her waist and pull her back in between his legs. “Don’t start thinking, let Theo finish.”

Hermione nodded, and settled against him; with his firm arm around her waist she really had no other choice.


“Weasley lied to his sister, Hermione, she did not know what he planned to send. He told her that you were under the Imperius, and that he thought if he sent you something to remind you of them it would help you fight it. She was devastated when she found out what he did, Hermione” Theo watched his sister carefully, she hasn’t really talked in the last couple of days, and now that she seemed out of her stupor; he didn’t want to cause her to go back into it.


“Molly lost it, she told Percy everything that happened the morning you escaped. She told him about the things that Ron said, they were a bit more explicit then what Remus told us. Ron, came home when they were talking, and he tried to hex his sister for telling them about the gift. He admitted he did this on his own because Dumbledore was not acting fast enough for him.” Theo finished.

“What do you mean explicit?” Hermione asked.


“It doesn’t matter, Hermione, it was vulgar and uncalled for.” Draco responded.


As Hermione began to pull herself up Draco tightened his hold. “Don’t bristle, Remus covered the main gist of what was said, we’re not keeping anything from you, but at least let us pad things a little bit.”


Hermione allowed herself to settle back against him- he did have a point.


Theo looked back at his sister, “Percy obliviated Ron, so he will not remember the conversation. He also sent Ginerva and his mum to Romania with his other brother. The reason we are bringing this up, is so that understand why father had challenged Weasley to a formal duel, the request was submitted to the Ministry this morning.”


Hermione looked at Theo, “So, dad is going to duel Ron?”

Theo shook his head, “I’m going to duel Ron, and Draco is my second.”


Hermione went quiet, she didn’t want them getting hurt. She has just found somewhere she felt like she belonged, and now half her family is going to fight a battle at the Ministry- and Theo and Draco are putting themselves at risk. “I think I am going to go lay down for a bit.”


Blaise shook his head at her, “No, you are going to tell us what’s going on it that head of yours. You can’t shut down every time you get upset.”


Hermione harrumphed at him, but explained none-the-less.


Theo and Draco both looked a bit too happy at her revelation.


Theo was smiling when he asked her, “So, you’re afraid your big brother might get hurt.”


She scowled at him.


Draco ,who was smiling a bit to brightly added, “I think she is more afraid that your devilishly handsome mate might be hurt as well.”


Draco looked down at her when he felt her arms cross, he couldn’t get a good look at her face at his angle, but could tell she was not happy with them making light of the situation. “Hermione, we will be fine. We both have been training in dueling since we were small.” He smoothed down her hair as he talked to her.

“But in school-“

She was cut off by Draco before she could finish. “In school, I decided that I would not duel with them if you were around that day you accidently got hexed- it was only a teeth growing hex, but it could have been worse.”

She stretched her neck so she could see his face, he looked very serious and remorseful.


Trying to lighten the mood a bit, Hermione quietly spoke to Draco. “You know, I never pictured you the cuddling type.”


Draco expression turned mock horrified. “I am not the cuddling type.” He said the word as if it were disease.


Amused Hermione decided to add, “No, you are. You’re very touchy-feely.”


She looked up when she heard Vincent snort and call out to her. “Hermione, he’s not the cuddling type or touchy-feely.”

Hermione looked confused.


Shaking his head and looking amused Blaise added, “I think you might be confused. He’s more touchy-Hermione then touchy-feely.”

Hermione looked bemused, but it didn’t escape her notice that Draco did not bother denying it- damn butterflies.

Before Hermione had a chance to question Draco any further, Greg rose up in the center of the pond. He looked like he was standing on top of the water. Was he wearing a dress, was his hair long, and did he intentionally keep his breast.

Greg stood on top of the water a moment before calling out, “I am the Lady of the Lake, and this- this is Excalibur.” He pointed both his hands at his groin.


Hermione couldn’t help the laugh that bubbled out of her. Both Blaise and Theo smiled as they conjured apples to throw at him and booed his performance.


As the group made their way back into the house, Hermione listened to Greg as he boasted to Vincent. “See, told you I could make her laugh.”

~oOo~

Draco was escorting Hermione to dinner, she noticed that there seemed to be an increase in people as well as activity in the house. She was a bit surprised when she was escorted into the drawing room where hors-d'oeuvres were being served.

Draco leaned down to whisper in her ear, “Things will be a bit more formal tonight, there are a lot of people here and during diner you will sit with your family.” She nodded, and hoped that Draco did not notice the small shiver or slight flush in her cheeks that his warm breath on her ear and neck caused –damn butterflies. Draco inwardly smirked, he did notice.

Hermione almost jumped when Peter Petigrew approached her. He had a box in his hands that caused her to start to panic a bit, she back up into Draco’s firm chest. Draco let his hand settle on her hip in a reassuring manner.


“Miss Nott, I – I am soor-ry about – about Crooks.” The little rodent man stuttered.

Hermione felt like she was going to crawl out of her skin trying to get away from the dirty little man. She was sure that if it wasn’t for the firm chest behind her she would have fled.


Hermione seemed remember herself as she stared at the sad excuse for a man. “But, Crooks tried to eat you?”


This seemed to give Peter the courage to continue, “No, no! I think he was trying to bring me to you. He caught me twice.” Peter stopped and smiled. “He never hurt me – he was always real gentle – he was a real good familiar. He had me one day and started bringing me up the stairs of the girls dorm – but the castle knew I was a man and the steps turned into a slide!”


He was getting closer to Hermione as he talked, and Hermione was getting sick as his foul breath was hitting her in the face. She was never so glad to see Lucius Malfoy and his staff. Lucius slipped the cane in between Hermione and Peter politely telling Peter, “Mind her personal space, Peter.”

He nodded and backed up a bit. “I found this and thought you would like it.” At Hermione’s apprehension to take the box he proffered he added. “It’s okay, Lord Riddle check the contents himself.”


Hermione opened looked into the box let out a soft, “Oh.” In the box was a small baby kneazle. She scooped up the little thing in her arms, it was dreadfully thin and had a bandage on one of its over-sized ears. Hermione looked at Peter questioningly.

“I found him in the alley, poor little guy – not sure how long he was there.” Peter told her.

Lucius looked at the pathetic looking thing, he could see Hermione was quite taken with it. There was a bit of a debate on whether or not the gift was appropriate, but Cissa had convinced them there is a difference between buying a new familiar and giving a home to a abandoned one; and it would seem his wife was right – again.


Lucius explained to Hermione, “People try to purchase kneazles from the store, but they are quite particular animals and will not stay with any witch or wizard – so sometimes the kneazle will runaway and sometimes they are intentionally abandoned. But, being that your last familiar was a kneazle I think he’ll stay with you.”


Peter added in, “I have been calling him Gambol, I was at Gambol and Japes when I found him.”


Hermione smiled, “Gambol it is then.”


Lucius called for an house-elf and whispered something to it. He then whispered something to Peter; Hermione watched as Peter was lead out of the room by the elf.


Hermione looked at Lucius questioningly.


Lucius explained. “His mind is very addled, Hermione, when he is left to his own devices he forgets things – like bathing. He’s getting better, but still resorts to rat like behavior when he is nervous.”


A house-elf came into the room and announced dinner. Hermione blushed as she realized she was still pressed against Draco’s chest. He offered her his arm and escorted her to her seat in the dining room.


~oOo~


The large table was completely full, and there was a smaller table beside it. She was shocked when Pansy Parkinson smiled at her, “Welcome to the club.” She seemed pleasant enough.


Pansy smiled again. “Don’t look so put out, Hermione. I have a big mouth and stand no chance against the compulsion charms at Hogwarts. Blaise told me I should just say nothing, but I can’t help it.”


Hermione gave her a small smile, “Alright then, I think it would be best to start over.”

Pansy beamed at her in response.

Hermione looked at Professor Snape, “Sir, when we go back to school what will happen? I’ll still be in a different house.”


Tom answered before Severus could. “After Severus is made Headmaster we will do a sweep of the school.”

Before he could continue Hermione asked, “How will you know you got everything? Dumbledore said you cursed the defense position, and they can’t figure out how.”

Tom laughed. “I curse a different object every year, and send into the school with someone. But, that is a conversation for another time. You will not be returning to Gryffindor tower this year.” Hermione looked a little upset about this, it’s not like she really felt like she belonged to that house anymore; but she didn’t really want to start over either.


Tom continued, “You will be staying in the Heads tower, dear.”


This made Hermione a bit angry, “I do not want to be Head Girl because of my relations, I think Head Girl should be ear- “


She was cut off by Snape’s snort, “I assure you, Hermione, you are only being assigned as Head because you are my niece. It has nothing to do with the fact that you have been top of your class for the last six years. Or that you involve yourself in extra-curricular activities.”


His statement earned quite a few chuckles through-out the table. Hermione had the grace to blush and averted her eyes to the table.


As the meal was served Hermione sat and mainly pushed her food around the plate as she sneaked a little bit to Gambol, and listened to the conversation. She was a bit shocked about how open they seemed to be about things – but, then again she was most likely the youngest person at the table.


Snape was explaining to Tom that neither him or Remus were able to determine when they were moving Potter. Remus was under the impression he would be told last minute.


Oh well, in for a penny…


Hermione looked at her Uncle, “They are moving Harry on Thursday at 9:30 in the evening.”

She had thought she said it quietly, but the way the entire table seemed to freeze at one-time indicated that she had not.


Oh no!

Snape had a look of pure fury on his face; she’s seen that look before – and it never ended well for the person it was directed at.


She quickly looked at her father and then her grandfather.

Oh shit, same look.


“Tell me, daughter, how would you know when they are moving Potter.” Her father’s voice sounded deadly.


Her only response was to quietly squeak, “You said you’d never hurt me.”


She felt her brother’s hand on her arm; she thought it was meant to be comforting, but since he looked as angry as her father it was not.


“I am not going to hurt you. I am however extremely upset that you have potentially put yourself in harms-way.” Her father explained.

Snape added in, “Not to mention that the Order was most likely listening.”

Hermione forgot herself for a moment and snapped at Snape, “Because I’m that foolish! There was no way for them to track our conversations.”


Tom interjected before things between the two could escalate, and in a calm tone asked her, “What makes you so sure, Hermione?”


She looked down at the table, she really didn’t want to have to explain this. Blood magic had such a bad stigma attached to it. She mumbled, “I may have created the form of communication.”

“Foolish girl, the Order has been using your coins for over a year now!” Snape hissed at her.

She sighed, “I am not using the coins its…um… err – more secure than that.”

Lucius chimed in, “Hermione, you can never be sure of security when dealing with magical communication. “

Oh, yes I can.

Snape looked at Hermione, seeing the foreboding look on her face had him a bit concerned.


What has she dabbled in?


Trying to keep the concern out of his voice, Snape asked, “Why don’t you just show it to us?” He expression making it clear it was not really a question.

“In front of everyone.” Her eyebrows shot up.


Snape nodded, and Hermione figured she was busted and called on Mipsy to retrieve her journal.


As soon as the book was set on the table Lucius spoke, “Two-way journals are hardly secure.”


Hermione rolled her eyes. But Tom spoke, “I want to see this I was not able to figure out the enchantments on it, but it was obvious the content was utter tripe.”


Hermione would not make eye contact with anyone as she reached into the book and pulled out a pin. She could feel their eyes boring into her head, she wondered what Draco and Theo were going to say to her. She pricked her finger and allowed a drop of blood to fall onto the book. She heard a couple of gasp, but no-one had said anything.


They all watched as she pulled the ball out of it and whispered the password, no-one could hear anything. She explained to them that she could hear it, and then said another password and the entire group could hear what was being said.


‘Hermione, please I want to speak with you! Are you okay? I know your upset but please don’t do anything stupid Hermione, let them keep you safe.’


Theo mumbled into her ear, “Potter might not be so bad.”


Hermione explained, “He left that the day of the incident, I had told him what happened but would not talk to him.”


Theo smiled, “At least we weren’t the only ones.”


She put the ball back into the box and watched as it shifted back to being a journal.


Her father took the journal and put a drop of his blood on it. He raised a eyebrow to her.


She had a shy smile, “Luna and I found information on using person specific blood wards; usually they are familial. I also need to go to muggle London… tomorrow.”


She was amazed at how quick the men seemed to go from relaxed to stiff.


Her grandfather raised a eyebrow. “Explain yourself, Hermione?”


Hermione let out a long suffering sigh. She used to think trying to get things done without any help from adults was difficult – now, she was rethinking that. “I have to retrieve a journal, it’s very important. You see, Dumbledore wanted Harry, Ron, and myself to go searching for some objects, and I think he mislead us as far as what they really are.”


Tom raised an eyebrow prompting her to continue.


“He told us they were a Horcruxes, items that you created to bind your soul to this realm; that you would not be able to die unless they were destroyed. But, I researched all sorts of soul magic, and I can’t find anything regarding prevention of death. The thing is all of the objects he has asked for us to find belonged to the founders, and at least one of the came directly from Merlin.” Hermione looked at her grandfather hoping he would have more information.


“So, what is this book you need?” Was his only response.


“Salazar’s journal, well it’s more of a manuscript. I found a reference to it. The Lovegood’s were able to track it down.”


Snape choked on his tea. “Do you know how many people of looked for that manuscript, Albus being one of them.”


Hermione shrugged, “I don’t really care, we have found it and Luna’s dad was able to confirm it’s authentic.”


“So, what’s your theory then?” Draco asked her.

“I think that Hogwarts is sentient because of soul magic the founders performed, and for whatever reason Dumbledore wants the objects. I’m not sure why. But, I am hoping the manuscript will have more information on what they did and what the objects are capable of.”


Tom nodded, “Very well, Severus, you will escort her tomorrow.”


Snape nodded. Draco looked at Tom, “I would like to go as well.”


Tom nodded, “As long as it is okay with your father. Hermione, how do you know Harry will not be tracked?”


“Oh, I’ll be meeting our contact not Harry. Harry would be trailed.” She again checked Snape for his reaction, he didn’t seem to upset about it.


Everyone was quietly chatting as pudding was served. A loud bang was heard coming from the traveling room, as well as yelling and profanity, causing the majority of people at the table to stand and draw their wands.


Hermione stood only to be push back and sheltered by her brother and father. Peaking over their shoulders she saw Remus and someone she did not recognize dragging in the furious man who was shouting obscenities, the man she did recognize. She gasped and pushed her way between her father and Theo.


Remus spoke, looking between Alex and Tom, “The healers confirmed his mind has not been tampered with, and he is not under the influence of any potions.”


Tom nodded, and her father looked like he was ready to kill the man on the spot. “Put him in a holding cell Remus, we will hold court tomorrow.”


Hermione looked at her grandfather, she was feeling a whirlwind of emotion. “What do you mean court.”


“He will face the consequences of what he has done.” Tom said in a tone that broke no argument. She could feel the entire table staring at her waiting for her to react.


She looked at the man with a look of utter disgust on her face. He met her eyes and started pleading to her. “Hermione, sweetheart, don’t let them do this to me.”


She didn’t even know how to respond to that. She just stared at him incredulously. After several moments of staring at him she finally snapped, “Sweetheart, are you serious father!”. Turning on the spot she fled from the room, followed by Gambol.

~oOo~


Draco found her out in the gardens a few minutes after she fled. She was sitting in front of the tree by the pond again. He noted that it seemed to be her favorite spot. Sitting next to her he put an arm around her shoulder and pulled her closer.

“You okay?”


She gave a small nod, “I think so, I was just surprised is all.”


“You know he deserves whatever they decide, right?” he asked.


She nodded again. “Yeah, I do.”


“You’re not going to close yourself off again are you?”


She turned to him and gave him a soft smile and snuggled into his side, “No, I don’t think so.”


He nodded, “I need to tell you something, and I don’t want you to be mad – and really I wouldn’t bring it up now – but, your father gave me two days to ask you, or he would.”


Hermione looked at him fear and concern clear in her eyes.


“It’s nothing bad.” Draco was quick to add. Reaching into his robes he pulled out a small box and handed it to her.


She opened the box and gasped, “It’s beautiful, but what is it?”


“It’s a gift, to let you know my intentions.” Was his vague answer.

“Your intentions?” Hermione echoed as the butterflies attacked her with a vengeance.


Draco sighed, “I asked your father for permission to court you. The gift is a symbol of my ability to provide for you. Since I asked permission in front of witnesses it also gives me legal protection to defend you if necessary.”


“Oh,” her tone was a bit downtrodden, “so, your just looking for a way to protect me?” It seemed as if the butterflies had instantly halted their attack and replaced it with a terrible sinking feeling.

Draco looked at her for a moment, “No, that is just an added perk. I was thinking more on the lines that I would be able to kiss you, and spend more time together, although Theo may try playing chaperone. ”


Hermione smiled shyly at him – damn butterflies.

He dipped his head a placed a gentle kiss on her lips, “I’ll need your express permission you know. Your father gave me his approval as long as I was able to gain yours.”


“Yes, you can court me.” She let out a giggle at how funny that sounded.


Draco dipped his head for a second time, taking Hermione’s lips in his own, he adjusted her so he could place one hand behind her head and the other on her cheek. Gently he tilted her head giving himself a better angle in order to deepen the kiss. They sat in the grass for several minutes gently exploring each other’s mouths, Draco being careful to not go to fast or too far. As he moved down to suckle on her neck he heard a voice call out “I really hope you’re not snogging my little sister.”

Draco groaned and pulled back from Hermione. She was blushing furiously and hid her head on Draco’s shoulder. Draco wrapped his arm around her, as a very amused Theo approached them.

“So, I am guessing your alright then, Hermione?” Theo could not keep the laughter out of his voice, and laughed out right when his sister nodded not bothering to remove her face from its hiding spot.


A/N

Thank you to everyone who has and continues to review! they are really motivational and give me the courage to continue :)
oh...sorry for the dream scene - well not really it made me laugh!