Dark Fire

Chapter 6 – The Beauxbaton Beauty



Draco awoke in the middle of the night seeing it’s eyes again. The woman with the feline physique was haunting his sleep. He paced the kitchen in the early morning hours of the night and then as the sun peaked over the horizon he decided he had to know why this was happening to him. He dressed in silence as not to wake up the rest of his slumbering family and left the house early. He would visit Potter at the Ministry first.



At the Ministry of Magic.



“Potter I need to know if any Dark Marks have been cast in the sky? Particulary, the night of the twenty first and the twenty fifth . Those nights coincided with his disappearance and with his visions of the woman. while making love to Hermione. Harry was curious to know what had happened to him as well, seeing as he had half the auror task force out looking for him during those two days he went missing.



“No, Malfoy I’m sorry, it’s been pretty quiet. Most of the former Death Eaters have either died in Azkaban or are registered here with us. It’s been really boring around here Malfoy. I wish I had more information for you. I also want to apologize for overreacting to your son and…er…Lily. Ginny thinks I blew the whole thing out of proportion and I’m inclined to agree with her, though don’t tell her that.” Harry said calmly.



“Don’t worry Potter I told him if he wants to date Lily he will have to wait until she is older. Maybe by then the two will have cooled heir heels a bit. That’s my thinking any way.” Draco needed answers, so he excused himself and left the Ministry of Magic.



“Draco..er…Malfoy, I mean.” Harry called back to him as he was leaving.



Draco turned.



“The new Hogwart’s Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor from Beauxbaton’s Academy, Madame Foxhair, might be useful to you. She has a wealth of knowledge on the dark arts, and just knows loads of things we here at the Ministry don’t know. We use her from time to time on perplexing cases when we need background info on someone or something. Might be a place to start.” Harry returned to his busy work and Draco thought he would do just that. Maybe she had answers for him. School was to begin today so he hurried back home to get his family up and ready. Yes, he would talk to this Madame Foxhair, later.



It was a sunny bright day as the Malfoy’s made their way to Hogwarts. Hermione was still head of Gryffindor House and Draco taught quidditch, though he was more of a part time professor these days, as quidditch season was in full swing with the Chudley Canon’s. Hermione had led all the first year students into the Great Hall to be sorted, including her own daughter Isis and Harry and Ginny’s daughter Lily Potter. The sorting began.



“When I call your name please come forward to be sorted into your houses.” Hermione stated.



Draco was sitting at the head table looking on with fascination. Hermione shot him an anxious glance and he knew his wife was excited too to see where their daughter would be placed after so much debate.



“Simone Wood,” The girl moved forward and placed the great old hat on her head.



“Gryffindor!” The bubbly daughter of Oliver Wood made her way to the Gryffindor table as cheers rang out from their house.



“Isis Malfoy.” Hermione called her daughter’s name and then held her breath as the sorting started.



“Hmmm, yes ahhhhh, plenty of ambition and courageous but clever, ahhh yes, plenty of smarts, this is difficult. Better be Ravenclaw!”



Draco and Hermione both looked at each other as their only daughter was sorted into Ravenclaw, both parents with surprised looks on their faces. Hermione had almost been sorted into Ravenclaw, so it was possible, and Draco had always been a top student as well. Isis looked shocked but she made her way to the Ravenclaw table where they welcomed her with open arms.



“Lily Potter.” This would be an easy one; she would go into Gryffindor just like her parents and grandparents. The sorting hat lay on her head and seemed to be thinking.



“Slytherin!” Scorpius was the first person to jump up hooting and hollering and clapping wildly. Lily looked more shocked then Isis did at bein sorted into Ravenclaw and she made her way over to Scorpius giving him a high five, now smiling, taking her seat next to him. Harry and Ginny were going to have a heart attack when they heard the news. Draco had a look of dread on his face and Hermione was thinking about how they would keep the two apart now that they were sorted into the same house. No doubt Harry would blame Scorpius’s influence on Lily as the reason she was sorted into Slytherin. It did sometimes happen though; Sirius Black had been sorted into Gryffindor when his whole family was from a long line of Slytherin’s. The sorting concluded and the feast began, Hermione taking her seat next to her husband who seemed distracted. Hermione placed her hand on his leg and shot him a sexy look but he didn’t reciprocate.



“Hermione, excuse me, there is someone I need to have a word with.” Draco exited his chair and made his way over to the new Defense Against the Dark Arts Professor.



Madame Foxhair, was a witch of medium height with dark blonde hair. A section of her hair was silver and it swept across her face laying neatly on her shoulders. Draco couldn’t help notice her beauty. She had very fine features, much like his mother did, and her lips were a plump pink. She smiled at Draco as he made his way over to her chair at the far end of the head table.



“Pardon my manners Madame but I wondered if I may have a word with you.” Draco gazed into her deep blue eyes as he took her dainty hand in his kissing it respectfully. Hermione was watching her husband and she felt something strange stir within her soul.



“I am Professor Draco Malfoy, pleased to make your acquaintance Madame, Foxhair isn’t it?” Draco smiled at the lovely lady who looked to be about the same age as he and Hermione.



“Yes, yes missur. I am very happy to meet the star Seeker from the World Cup, the last two years running. You are even more pleasing to look at up close.” Hermione could not believe she was witnessing this, but she would not reduce herself to a show of immature jealousy, so she sat chewing her food with a spiteful glare on her face.



“It is a privilege to meet you Madame. I wondered if I might request a meeting with you? The Auror Harry Potter recommended your services to me in answering a few of my questions on the dark arts in particular.” Draco, went on.



“Yes, yes indeed I am your woman.” Madame Foxhair winked at Draco and Hermione had seen quite enough as she made her way down to the other end of the table from where she sat.



“Silly me, and here I thought I was your woman all this time Draco.” Hermione forced a chuckle at Madame Foxhair and Draco who stood in her tempting gazes.



“Thank you Madame, I look forward to working with you in the near future.” Draco commented as he turned and walked back to his seat. Hermione introduced herself to the Madame and then followed him back where she sat down quickly next to Draco.



“What in the hell was all of that, Draco? She looked like she wanted to eat your face off she was hot for you, and furthermore you looked like you were enjoying it!” Hermione whispered as the sounds of conversation and laughter filled the hall.



“What? That’s ridiculous Hermione. You’re imagining things dear. Are you pregnant again? You always act this way when you are pregnant, all paranoid.” Draco shot back at her as he stuffed a piece of chicken in his mouth and inhaled it quickly clearly not wanting to get into this conversation with Hermione and preferring to fill his mouth with food rather then talk to his loving wife.



“I know what I saw. Why are you meeting with her?” Hermione asked curiously.



“Hermione, seriously I am not going to put up with this line of questioning. I need answers on why I disappeared for two days and Harry thought she might be able to help me, now stop this Hermione.” Draco sounded cold and harsh as he spoke and Hermione hated the way it made her feel. Maybe she had overreacted. Draco had never ever had eyes for other women so she really had no reason to think the opposite of that fact now, still that chilly tone was not expected or normal from Draco.



“I’ll catch up with you later Hermione I have some things to do hun.” Hermione went to kiss Draco but he had already left. Hermione turned to go congratulate Isis on making Ravenclaw and saw her husband following Madame Foxhair out the doors of the Great Hall. The very Hall he had married her in so many years ago.