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When Malfoy wants a Witch
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Potioneered Bliss
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Reviewers:
Gryffindor_Slytherin - You will find out where Draco has disappeared to soon enough. No one told Hermione that Severus was gay. Hermione will find out Severus' tendencies soon enough. Poor dear.
ucdevil - YAY DRAMA!
margaritama - I like to post regularly. I didn't mean anyone to think that the story was being held hostage!
ratsy - I'm glad it's funny.
RavenTiger - I was planning more of Snupin action! Such a sweet couple. There may be slight Lumione moments but nothing horribly inappropriate. I love Lucius! He is my HERO!
Coipje - No! I am first in line, but you are second.
PersephoneBlck - YAY! I liked the stuffed animals, plus I really think that Slytherins wouldn't have as many friends as other kids because of their nature. I just can see Draco with stuffed toys. I don't know why.
angeles - Maybe just maybe in the upcoming chapters, that will happen...lol.
hotbabe - She is mean to him. I don't know, but who thinks she is a liar, and that she really likes Draco? Yes, Draco has a lot of work in store for him. Poor Angel. I wouldn't be so difficult. He needs LOVE!
Panther Eyes - She will discover much of it, though there is still some time till that happens.
TehMandaboo - You reviewed both updated chapters. So you make me feel special. *offers ice cream sandwich* Hermione may go back and forth as it is always difficult to realize that one you have always said that you dislike, you like a lot.
Lady Disdain - I kind of get what you mean, but it is moving...just slowly.
malfoymistressk - Hermione should be saucy. But she is just being mean to poor Draco. Draco is delicate like a flower.
Draco's LOVER - 100 review! Who knows when niceness will be attained by both?
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Chapter 9 - Potioneered Bliss
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Draco flopped on his godfather's couch. He could hear the shower in the background and knew he would have to wait. She would be nice to him from now on. Spiteful little wench!
How could he be fooled by her niceness? It couldn't have all been disgenuine. There had to be some niceness there. Was it the way her eyes shone with concern?
Severus came out into his living room with only a towel wrapped around his waist and his hair still dripping a little.
He was humming a tune and was in a rather good mood.
"Whose arse did you get up last night?" Draco asked, peeking over the top of the couch.
"Good morning, Draco. I expected you here today. Just not so early."
“I need more of the potion you gave her.”
Severus sneered, "I still don't have Remus in my clutches. So I know you don't think that I am just going to go throwing out potion. Plus I had to modify the potion. It made her too obviously drugged in behavior."
“I’ll pay in Galleons, too. Will that help?”
"You will pay, and you will get Remus to me. You will make sure he has to be at my beck and call."
“The extended probation order is going to be approved today. So you will have your wolf.”
"The potion will be ready within the hour. I've redone it as she was far too high off the other version. This one is tasteless. I just need the final ingredient."
“What's the final ingredient?”
"Your blood," Severus said with a smirk.
“What effect will it have in the potion?”
"It keys her to you. Without it, she will 'love' everyone," Severus said, "It has to do with life force and all. Too complicated for you to understand. This potion is just meant to open her mind to you as a romantic possibility, not to make her little-miss-I-have-to-get-in-Draco-Malfoy's-pants."
“I get it,” Draco said, jerking his head. “How soon can I get the potion?”
"I told you, in an hour if I get your blood now!"
“You can get all the blood you need.”
Severus grabbed his hand and a silver dagger from the counter.
Draco didn't even wince when the dagger cut through his palm. Hermione's nasty attitude had hurt way more than this. Of course, Draco knew that Severus was dallying in the grey potions field of love potions, but he didn't care.
After five drops of blood fell into the potion, Severus pulled his hand back and wrapped it with a cloth.
"You can't have that wound healed with magic," he informed Draco. "You are sacrificing a part of yourself to attain your desire. And this is a private brew. If you want to continue to get it, then keep your trap shut about it."
“I won't say a word to anyone. I'm not an idiot, Sev.”
"Also, you must not give her more than one vial every twenty-four hours. You are messing with her mind. She will adapt to the potion and the effects will lessen. But you could really hurt her if she overdoses. It should help with repressing the violence."
“I don't want her to overdose, just be nice to me.”
"Well, you may have to take a day every now and then of her being a bit nasty."
Draco sighed and looked away.
“And don't pout. I know she fancies herself in love with me, I have guessed that so far.”
"She will love me," Draco said, looking at his hurt hand.
“When she has set her mind to it, she doesn't change it much.”
"She will love me as I love her," Draco declared, "I will not settle for less."
"You two are a fabulous couple, stubborn as two hippogriffs."
Draco huffed. “You should tell her that you want Lupin's arse.”
Severus didn't answer. He didn't want to lose another girl whom he was close to because he was gay.
Draco paced nervously. He would just need to wait half an hour and then his potion would be ready.
Severus ladled the potion into five tinted vials. "You need to wait half an hour to give it to her, and keep them in a cool dry place."
"Only one vial per day," he said, handing them to Draco.
"The wolf will be here by this afternoon or sooner.”
“For how long is his extended punishment?”
"Seven weeks," Draco said, taking the vials and putting them in his pocket.
“That's good enough for now.”
"And if you get in his and he gets in yours?"
"Assuming that you don't abuse the potion," Severus said, "And that happens, who can say how long I might brew the potion?"
“She will love me! It won't matter how long you will have to brew the potion!”
"I will not brew the potion if I find you have abused it," Severus said, glaring at the boy. "And that is final. I don't like you using it already. But I think in her case, it is necessary. She needs to see that another wizard can make her happy. I just can't tell her that I am gay."
“She will be very happy!”
"I know that you want to make her happy, and she needs to see that she can be happy with you," Severus said, putting a hand on his godson's shoulder. "This is for her own good."
“Yes, you are right! You see the situation just like me!”
"That doesn't mean that I approve of the method you are using," Severus said, poking Draco in the chest. "But I think that this is going to eventually be of benefit to her. If we do this properly, then she will never know what happened, and you will both be happy. Until you spill the beans of how you made her love you in one hundred and twenty years."
Draco hugged Severus and kissed his cheek.
“Now get back to your witch, boy,” Severus said, patting Draco’s back.
Draco nodded and walked to the fireplace.
“You have fun with the wolf. I heard he likes minted lamb steaks, rare.”
"Hermione's favorite flowers are gladioli," Severus said, "Specifically..."
“Yes, which ones?” Draco asked, eagerly.
"Gladiolus carneus," Severus said, "She also loves calla lilies. She likes to wear oil with their scent when she goes out somewhere."
"Thank you, Uncle Severus," Draco said, grinning. "You are good to your godson." He vanished into the flames.
"I hope I don't regret it," Severus whispered before he blocked access to the floo as he walked into his room and dressed.
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Hermione was in a rage. What did Draco think? Barge in and kiss her on the cheek.
"Please calmly explain what happened," Lucius said as he took a seat at the table.
“I was enjoying the silence but then he had to come in, kiss me on the cheek and wish me a good morning!”
Lucius looked up at her with questioning eyes.
"What is so horrible about being wished a good morning? Cissy and myself would have done the same had you and Draco been behaving when we arrived."
“I did not allow him to touch me! He put his hands on my shoulders, no less!”
"Miss Granger, Draco has seen me greet his mother that way every morning since the day he was born. I am sure he meant no offense, and it is customary."
“I did not allow him that! It was icky! And he called me 'Love!’” Hermione added.
"Again, I see no reason for you to have thrown tea on him," Lucius said, picking up a piece of toast and putting one of his fried eggs on it.
“Draco did not treat you disrespectfully in any manner,” Narcissa added.
“When I told him that he was not allowed to touch me, he reminded me that I was nice to him last night. He seemed to think that he had a right to touch me in such a way again. And in a public room. So I told him that I did it because you asked me, Mr. Malfoy. AND he said something about bending me over the table and rucking up my dress."
“I doubt he meant it literally.”
"He is disgusting, and I hate him."
“Sweetie, you seemed so happy with him last night,” Narcissa said.
"I hate him. He ruined everything," Hermione said, standing with her hands on the back of the chair she had occupied.
“What did he ruin?” Lucius asked.
“He ruined my chances with the man I love.”
"Well, if the man loved you, my dear, I assure you that he would be fighting this decree. It is fightable. I've heard nothing of any formal complaints. And according to Draco, wizards are all over you, including the young Mr. Zabini."
“The man I love is very shy!”
"I think something of this magnitude would cause any man who loved a woman to leap to her defense. So perhaps his regard is not as fond as you believe it."
“No, no, that can't be true!”
"Has he declared his feelings for you?" Lucius asked, looking up into her eyes as he took a sip of tea.
“No, he has not! He believes I am with Draco's child!”
"If he has not previously declared his intentions to you in writing, then I see no reason for your belief that he loves you and thinks you soiled."
“Severus is too shy! He is afraid of rejection!” Hermione cried and hid her face with her hands.
"Severus? Severus Snape?" Narcissa asked, looking at her. Narcissa set her teacup down in the saucer and looked at Lucius.
Lucius shook his head at her. She didn't need to be a gossip about Severus' personal life. If Severus hadn't told Hermione, it was because he didn't want her to know.
Hermione continued to sob. “You will now despise me about that?”
"No, dear. Severus is a close family friend. He is Draco's godfather. But Severus is a man to declare himself to one he desires if the object of those affections is clearly in agreement with him. If he hasn't said anything, then I think his regard must not be the same for you," Lucius frowned. He would have to go and see Severus today.
Hermione sobbed still.
“Darling, would you like to go and rest for a moment?”
"I want you to tell Severus that it is all a hoax cooked up by your almost insufferable son," Hermione said, and she ran from the room.
Narcissa petted Hermione's hair.
"It's all Draco's fault that my hopes are ruined," Hermione said sitting on the couch in her room and hugging Snort.
“Do you like Snort?” Narcissa asked softly as she sat down next to Hermione.
"I hate Draco," Hermione said, snuggling the dragon. "He is evil."
“He is not evil,” Narcissa said softly.
"Is so," Hermione said, pressing her face into the toy.
"Be kind to him. He loves you so."
“He is icky. I can't stand him.”
"You've barely given him a chance."
"I don't want anything to do with him,” Hermione continued to cuddle the one eyed dragon and pet its head.
Draco stood at the door and watched the women.
Hermione sobbed as she petted the toy.
"I think you should apologize for throwing tea on Draco," Narcissa said, and she added, when she saw the victorious grin on her son's face, "and he should apologize to you for frightening you and upsetting you as he has."
Draco bravely stepped into the room.
“I'm sorry I upset, you Love,” Draco said softly. "I just wanted to greet you and show my love for you."
"Don't call me that," Hermione said, looking up at him briefly and sniffling a little. Her voice was raspy and she was catching her breath.
“Draco, dear, why don't you get her a glass of water?” Narcissa asked, pointing at the pitcher on the dressing table.
Draco smiled. This was his golden opportunity. He strode to the pitcher and took his sweet time to pour the water, whilst the disillusioned vial of Severus' potion poured into the glass.
Hermione hiccoughed and rested her head on Narcissa's shoulder.
Draco walked over to her slowly. He sat down on the coffee table and held the glass out to her after enchanting it so the contents would not be splashed out.
“Hermione, dear, have a glass of water. It will make you feel better,” Narcissa said and offered Hermione the glass.
Hermione took the cup and took three large gulps.
She felt that she needed more water, so she drank the glass empty.
"Would you like some more water, Sweet?" Draco asked, staring at her hand.
"No thank you, Draco," Hermione said, leaning back on the soft pillows on the couch.
Draco took the glass from her and levitated it back to the table.
"I'll just leave the two of you to work out your problem. I hope no more ministry missives arrive."
Hermione felt woozy for a moment, but then her mind cleared.
As soon as his mother was at the door, Draco carefully moved over to sit next to Hermione.
Narcissa smiled when she saw Hermione sitting quietly with Draco at her side.
“Are you alright, Love?” Draco asked, cautiously taking her hand.
Hermione didn't say anything but shifted so she leaned on Draco a little as he took her hand. She should be nice to him. He was her Draco.
“I am fine, Draco.”
"May I kiss your cheek, Love?" Draco asked, grinning as she slid an arm around him.
“Yes, you may. You are my fiancée,” she said and smiled.
Draco grinned and leaned down, pressing his lips to her cheek.
Hermione pressed closer.
“Can I kiss your lips?”
"You are always allowed to touch me however you wish if it is nicely," Draco said, smiling as she shifted and touched her nose to his cheek.
"It's just new. I didn't know that you really liked me. I never expected to get engaged to you in the way that we did."
She was not as high as she had been from the other variation of the potion, but it was all good for Draco. She was behaving nicely and this level of nicety would not cause suspicion.
Hermione pressed her lips to his lightly and pulled back quickly with a soft blush.
“What is it, Love?”
“I've never initiated a kiss on the lips with a boy before,” she said, looking away from him.
Draco smirked at her, "My sweet Hermione, I was thinking that, for our date tonight, you would enjoy going to La Boheme with me and perhaps going to a private restaurant for dinner?"
“That would be wonderful! Goodness, I don't have a proper dress for that, though.”
"Well, I can take you to where we can get that. And we will get your hair done and a nice set of jewels from the Malfoy vaults for you to wear.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out the engagement ring. "It would honor me greatly if you would wear my ring," Draco said, tilting her so she looked up at him.
“Why did you not give it to me earlier?” Hermione asked sulkily.
"One of the diamonds came out and I had to have it fixed for you, Princess," Draco said, pressing his lips to her forehead.
He kept an arm around her.
“Aw, Draco, you are so considerate,” Hermione said, putting her cheek on his shoulder.
"Anything for you," Draco said. "Shall we go shopping for you, my dear? The Ministry has required a week of leave for both of us."
“Yes, I want to be seen with my gorgeous fiancé!”
"Well, I hope you don't get sick of it too soon," Draco said, taking her hand and standing up.
Hermione blushed.
"You said that I was not allowed to touch you this morning," Draco said gently and he pouted at her a little.
"That was my evil twin," Hermione said, kissing his cheek. "She's nuts."
“Where is she now?” Draco asked with a smirk.
"Wherever things go when you vanish them, she is there," Hermione said, and she tucked back a strand of his hair. "I don't know why you would like me. You are so much more handsome than me." Hermione looked down and frowned.
“You are the prettiest witch.”
"I'm not. Boys don't like me. They aren't attracted."
“Why do you think half of the Auror Department stops by in your office every day? Why do you think Zabini is always stopping by as well?”
"Blaise is my friend. And they are called in there," Hermione said, as Draco led her down to the main entry-hall.
“Because they try to get your attention, Sweet.”
"You are silly," Hermione said as Draco helped her on with her cloak.
“Just pay attention to their behavior. They get in trouble intentionally.”
Hermione rolled her eyes at Draco but smiled as he took her hand and disapparated them.
“Where shall we go first?” Draco asked as they arrived in Diagon alley.
"Where would be best for getting a dress to make all the other witches blue because of my luck?" Hermione asked, holding his arm and looking up at him.
“Then we need to go to the Gold district. They have the finest dresses, but I wonder if they will be good enough for you.”
"Will be too good for me," Hermione said, clinging to Draco as he led her through the streets.
“Not all the gold in my vault is worth as much as you are to me.”
Hermione looked up at him with shining eyes.
“Oh Draco!” She turned him and shoved her lips to his.
Draco was taken by surprise, but he liked it.
Hermione whipped back as a bright flash startled her.
"Miss Granger, you and Mr. Malfoy certainly look cozy. Do tell us when you are expecting?" Rita Skeeter said, with her quick-quotes quill hanging in the air next to her.
Hermione was blushing deep red.
“No comment at this time,” Draco said and led Hermione away.
Hermione grasped his arm. "Is it always like that?" she asked, pressing her cheek on his arm as he turned her into a narrow side street.
“Journalists are always nosy,” Draco sighed, leaning over and kissing her temple. "And they love to follow the Malfoys and other old Slytherin families."
Hermione sighed, "We're alright."
Draco looked down at her as he walked her into a boutique.
The saleswitches began to walk towards them with wide smiles plastered on their faces.
"Mr. Malfoy," one said, reaching out to touch his arm.
Hermione smacked the witch's hand. The girl leapt back. Hermione glared at her. She was not allowed to touch Hermione's man!
“I am looking for a gown for my fiancée. And please, do not manhandle me, I am taken.”
Hermione looked up at him and smiled before smirking at the witches and grabbing Draco's face and pulling him down. She shoved her lips to his burying her hands in his hair.
Goodness, Draco loved her public displays of affection. That was how he wanted his witch to be to him.
Hermione smirked and made sure the other witches saw her grope his bum in the mirror.
“We have the new collection just in from Paris,” one of the older saleswitches announced.
Hermione clung to Draco's arm and smiled.
"May I get your measurements, Dear?" the elder witch asked.
“Yes, of course,” Hermione said, glaring at the young witches.
"I'll just show you to the dressing room," the witch said.
“Draco, will you come with me?”
"It never entered my mind to leave you," he said, putting a hand on hers where it rested in the crook of his arm.
Hermione smiled and held Draco's arm.
The older saleswitch ushered Hermione to stand on a pedestal whilst Draco took a seat on a couch nearby.
He stretched out and prepared to enjoy the show.
Magical measuring tape whirled around Hermione whilst a dicto-quill took notes.
"Do you have colors that you prefer, my Dear?"
The piece of parchment flew away.
“I would like something in Slytherin colors.”
Draco smiled as the saleswitch flitted away and returned with five dresses matching Hermione's measurements and color desires.
Hermione was amazed at the beauty of the dresses offered.
“These all are so pretty. I can't choose!”
"We can buy them all, Love," Draco said, smiling at her.
"You will do no such thing, Draco Malfoy," Hermione said, shaking a finger at him. "I don't know what I would do with all of them."
“Well, you can use them for when we go out. It is almost required for the future lady Malfoy to be seen in a new dress every time.”
"Draco, that is too much," Hermione said sighing at him.
“Nothing is too much for you, Love. I hope all the other wizards go green with envy.”
"We can get just one dress for now," Hermione said.
“Why not try on all of them and see how you like them?” Draco said and offered her a silver dress with a long gauze train.
Hermione smiled, "Surely you don't want to sit here while I do that."
“I do want to see you in all these dresses. And waiting for you is a pleasure.”
Hermione blushed and hugged him.
“I’ll try on the first one, then. I will not waste your time.”
"You will try on every dress until you are certain that you have the one you like," Draco insisted, kissing her forehead.
“You are so sweet, Draco, the perfect fiancé. Most wizards would have run to the Quidditch store by now.”
Draco grinned. "A wizard who would leave you here alone would have to have his brain removed for blatant stupidity."
Hermione giggled and blushed before disappearing behind a curtain. She quickly put on the fine gown and smoothed her hair, wondering if she looked good.
"How long does it take to put on a gown?" Draco whined from behind the curtain. "I am ready to see it on you!"
“Sorry, Draco,” Hermione murmured and blushed.
Draco whistled when he saw her. "I will have to put repelling charm on you, Witch, to keep other wizards' hands off."
“Does this look okay?” she asked, tugging at the strapless top.
"It's completely sexy," Draco said. "And alright as you are not showing yet. Once you start to show, you will need to dress more motherly. Less husband's sex kitten."
Draco moved toward her. He took her in his arms. He had to have his hands on her.
Hermione was blushing deep red, "I don't look like a sex kitten."
"I think it's time for me to see another," he whispered, kissing her forehead.
“Will I make love to you, my sexy fiancé?”
"The whole of the store doesn't need to know our business. But if you mean to have me, you are always allowed by me."
“And your parents won't object?”
"Well, it's not like you will get pregnant or anything," Draco said with a wink.
Hermione hid her red face in Draco's shoulder.
Draco rubbed her back, "Try on another."
“Can I get a kiss?” she asked, looking up.
"You never have to ask me, Goddess," he said, leaning down and pressing his lips to hers gently before pulling back. "Remember, I am your servant."
Hermione giggled.
“Do you have someplace to stay in London?” Hermione asked, batting her eyelashes seductively.
"We would have to get permission to use the house is Chelsea," Draco said, "But it would be fun to have it be just the two of us."
“What about a hotel?”
"Father would storm in on us if we don't ask permission," Draco said, glaring at the floor. "He has no right. But he would."
“But I want to go somewhere nice and private with you.”
Draco groaned.
"Father doesn't want us to make love," Draco said. "I am desperate to have you." He couldn't help taking her hand and putting over him.
Hermione was excited to feel his heated flesh even though the cloth of his trousers.
“What if we book into a Muggle hotel?”
"You underestimate my father. If we are not back on time," Draco said, biting his lip as she rubbed softly.
“What will he do?”
"He will then only let us be together with a chaperone," Draco said, pouting darkly. "He is a mean man!"
“Can't you sneak into my room? If I feign illness?”
"He will surely call the Healers. And Mother will be fussing over you if she thinks you are ill."
"We will find a way," Draco whispered. "But we will have to ask permission."
“You are so handsome. What if you choose another witch? After all, I am not sure that I am ready to be with you again, though I want to be alone with you.”
"I would never. You are the only witch who arouses him," Draco arched his hips into her hand. "I can wait for you, my Dear."
“Oh Draco, you are so large!” Hermione whispered in his ear.
Draco panted and clung to his witch.
“It gets even larger when I think of making love to you,” he whispered back, thrusting himself against her hand.
Hermione blushed and moved her free hand into his hair.
“You are a very alluring wizard,” she murmured. “And I want to get into your pants.”
"How long have you wanted me?" Draco asked.
“I think since I first saw you in Auror robes.”
Draco sighed and kissed her.
"So you were hostile to avoid wanting me?" he asked.
“Yes, as I couldn't stand the thought of being laughed at by you. And I knew you would as you were always so mean to the girls who were attracted to you that you didn't like.”
"Why did you turn down my dinner invitations?"
“Because I thought you were on a bet to ask me out. To make fun of poor ugly me.”
"And the burning of the flowers I sent you?"
Draco asked, nipping at her chin.
“Did I do that? I don't remember! I think there was a spider in there! Got me scared!”
"Well, we should get home so we can get ready to go out for our date," Draco whispered, "I want us to have a nice night. We have a private box. Perfect for making out."
Hermione giggled and dashed back to change.
“Well take all the dresses,” Draco instructed the saleswitch.
"Very well, Sir," she said, "Shall I charge it to your account?"
"Yes," Draco said.
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Well, there it was. Chapter 9. Hope you all liked it. Please leave a review.
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Reviewers:
Gryffindor_Slytherin - You will find out where Draco has disappeared to soon enough. No one told Hermione that Severus was gay. Hermione will find out Severus' tendencies soon enough. Poor dear.
ucdevil - YAY DRAMA!
margaritama - I like to post regularly. I didn't mean anyone to think that the story was being held hostage!
ratsy - I'm glad it's funny.
RavenTiger - I was planning more of Snupin action! Such a sweet couple. There may be slight Lumione moments but nothing horribly inappropriate. I love Lucius! He is my HERO!
Coipje - No! I am first in line, but you are second.
PersephoneBlck - YAY! I liked the stuffed animals, plus I really think that Slytherins wouldn't have as many friends as other kids because of their nature. I just can see Draco with stuffed toys. I don't know why.
angeles - Maybe just maybe in the upcoming chapters, that will happen...lol.
hotbabe - She is mean to him. I don't know, but who thinks she is a liar, and that she really likes Draco? Yes, Draco has a lot of work in store for him. Poor Angel. I wouldn't be so difficult. He needs LOVE!
Panther Eyes - She will discover much of it, though there is still some time till that happens.
TehMandaboo - You reviewed both updated chapters. So you make me feel special. *offers ice cream sandwich* Hermione may go back and forth as it is always difficult to realize that one you have always said that you dislike, you like a lot.
Lady Disdain - I kind of get what you mean, but it is moving...just slowly.
malfoymistressk - Hermione should be saucy. But she is just being mean to poor Draco. Draco is delicate like a flower.
Draco's LOVER - 100 review! Who knows when niceness will be attained by both?
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Chapter 9 - Potioneered Bliss
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Draco flopped on his godfather's couch. He could hear the shower in the background and knew he would have to wait. She would be nice to him from now on. Spiteful little wench!
How could he be fooled by her niceness? It couldn't have all been disgenuine. There had to be some niceness there. Was it the way her eyes shone with concern?
Severus came out into his living room with only a towel wrapped around his waist and his hair still dripping a little.
He was humming a tune and was in a rather good mood.
"Whose arse did you get up last night?" Draco asked, peeking over the top of the couch.
"Good morning, Draco. I expected you here today. Just not so early."
“I need more of the potion you gave her.”
Severus sneered, "I still don't have Remus in my clutches. So I know you don't think that I am just going to go throwing out potion. Plus I had to modify the potion. It made her too obviously drugged in behavior."
“I’ll pay in Galleons, too. Will that help?”
"You will pay, and you will get Remus to me. You will make sure he has to be at my beck and call."
“The extended probation order is going to be approved today. So you will have your wolf.”
"The potion will be ready within the hour. I've redone it as she was far too high off the other version. This one is tasteless. I just need the final ingredient."
“What's the final ingredient?”
"Your blood," Severus said with a smirk.
“What effect will it have in the potion?”
"It keys her to you. Without it, she will 'love' everyone," Severus said, "It has to do with life force and all. Too complicated for you to understand. This potion is just meant to open her mind to you as a romantic possibility, not to make her little-miss-I-have-to-get-in-Draco-Malfoy's-pants."
“I get it,” Draco said, jerking his head. “How soon can I get the potion?”
"I told you, in an hour if I get your blood now!"
“You can get all the blood you need.”
Severus grabbed his hand and a silver dagger from the counter.
Draco didn't even wince when the dagger cut through his palm. Hermione's nasty attitude had hurt way more than this. Of course, Draco knew that Severus was dallying in the grey potions field of love potions, but he didn't care.
After five drops of blood fell into the potion, Severus pulled his hand back and wrapped it with a cloth.
"You can't have that wound healed with magic," he informed Draco. "You are sacrificing a part of yourself to attain your desire. And this is a private brew. If you want to continue to get it, then keep your trap shut about it."
“I won't say a word to anyone. I'm not an idiot, Sev.”
"Also, you must not give her more than one vial every twenty-four hours. You are messing with her mind. She will adapt to the potion and the effects will lessen. But you could really hurt her if she overdoses. It should help with repressing the violence."
“I don't want her to overdose, just be nice to me.”
"Well, you may have to take a day every now and then of her being a bit nasty."
Draco sighed and looked away.
“And don't pout. I know she fancies herself in love with me, I have guessed that so far.”
"She will love me," Draco said, looking at his hurt hand.
“When she has set her mind to it, she doesn't change it much.”
"She will love me as I love her," Draco declared, "I will not settle for less."
"You two are a fabulous couple, stubborn as two hippogriffs."
Draco huffed. “You should tell her that you want Lupin's arse.”
Severus didn't answer. He didn't want to lose another girl whom he was close to because he was gay.
Draco paced nervously. He would just need to wait half an hour and then his potion would be ready.
Severus ladled the potion into five tinted vials. "You need to wait half an hour to give it to her, and keep them in a cool dry place."
"Only one vial per day," he said, handing them to Draco.
"The wolf will be here by this afternoon or sooner.”
“For how long is his extended punishment?”
"Seven weeks," Draco said, taking the vials and putting them in his pocket.
“That's good enough for now.”
"And if you get in his and he gets in yours?"
"Assuming that you don't abuse the potion," Severus said, "And that happens, who can say how long I might brew the potion?"
“She will love me! It won't matter how long you will have to brew the potion!”
"I will not brew the potion if I find you have abused it," Severus said, glaring at the boy. "And that is final. I don't like you using it already. But I think in her case, it is necessary. She needs to see that another wizard can make her happy. I just can't tell her that I am gay."
“She will be very happy!”
"I know that you want to make her happy, and she needs to see that she can be happy with you," Severus said, putting a hand on his godson's shoulder. "This is for her own good."
“Yes, you are right! You see the situation just like me!”
"That doesn't mean that I approve of the method you are using," Severus said, poking Draco in the chest. "But I think that this is going to eventually be of benefit to her. If we do this properly, then she will never know what happened, and you will both be happy. Until you spill the beans of how you made her love you in one hundred and twenty years."
Draco hugged Severus and kissed his cheek.
“Now get back to your witch, boy,” Severus said, patting Draco’s back.
Draco nodded and walked to the fireplace.
“You have fun with the wolf. I heard he likes minted lamb steaks, rare.”
"Hermione's favorite flowers are gladioli," Severus said, "Specifically..."
“Yes, which ones?” Draco asked, eagerly.
"Gladiolus carneus," Severus said, "She also loves calla lilies. She likes to wear oil with their scent when she goes out somewhere."
"Thank you, Uncle Severus," Draco said, grinning. "You are good to your godson." He vanished into the flames.
"I hope I don't regret it," Severus whispered before he blocked access to the floo as he walked into his room and dressed.
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Hermione was in a rage. What did Draco think? Barge in and kiss her on the cheek.
"Please calmly explain what happened," Lucius said as he took a seat at the table.
“I was enjoying the silence but then he had to come in, kiss me on the cheek and wish me a good morning!”
Lucius looked up at her with questioning eyes.
"What is so horrible about being wished a good morning? Cissy and myself would have done the same had you and Draco been behaving when we arrived."
“I did not allow him to touch me! He put his hands on my shoulders, no less!”
"Miss Granger, Draco has seen me greet his mother that way every morning since the day he was born. I am sure he meant no offense, and it is customary."
“I did not allow him that! It was icky! And he called me 'Love!’” Hermione added.
"Again, I see no reason for you to have thrown tea on him," Lucius said, picking up a piece of toast and putting one of his fried eggs on it.
“Draco did not treat you disrespectfully in any manner,” Narcissa added.
“When I told him that he was not allowed to touch me, he reminded me that I was nice to him last night. He seemed to think that he had a right to touch me in such a way again. And in a public room. So I told him that I did it because you asked me, Mr. Malfoy. AND he said something about bending me over the table and rucking up my dress."
“I doubt he meant it literally.”
"He is disgusting, and I hate him."
“Sweetie, you seemed so happy with him last night,” Narcissa said.
"I hate him. He ruined everything," Hermione said, standing with her hands on the back of the chair she had occupied.
“What did he ruin?” Lucius asked.
“He ruined my chances with the man I love.”
"Well, if the man loved you, my dear, I assure you that he would be fighting this decree. It is fightable. I've heard nothing of any formal complaints. And according to Draco, wizards are all over you, including the young Mr. Zabini."
“The man I love is very shy!”
"I think something of this magnitude would cause any man who loved a woman to leap to her defense. So perhaps his regard is not as fond as you believe it."
“No, no, that can't be true!”
"Has he declared his feelings for you?" Lucius asked, looking up into her eyes as he took a sip of tea.
“No, he has not! He believes I am with Draco's child!”
"If he has not previously declared his intentions to you in writing, then I see no reason for your belief that he loves you and thinks you soiled."
“Severus is too shy! He is afraid of rejection!” Hermione cried and hid her face with her hands.
"Severus? Severus Snape?" Narcissa asked, looking at her. Narcissa set her teacup down in the saucer and looked at Lucius.
Lucius shook his head at her. She didn't need to be a gossip about Severus' personal life. If Severus hadn't told Hermione, it was because he didn't want her to know.
Hermione continued to sob. “You will now despise me about that?”
"No, dear. Severus is a close family friend. He is Draco's godfather. But Severus is a man to declare himself to one he desires if the object of those affections is clearly in agreement with him. If he hasn't said anything, then I think his regard must not be the same for you," Lucius frowned. He would have to go and see Severus today.
Hermione sobbed still.
“Darling, would you like to go and rest for a moment?”
"I want you to tell Severus that it is all a hoax cooked up by your almost insufferable son," Hermione said, and she ran from the room.
Narcissa petted Hermione's hair.
"It's all Draco's fault that my hopes are ruined," Hermione said sitting on the couch in her room and hugging Snort.
“Do you like Snort?” Narcissa asked softly as she sat down next to Hermione.
"I hate Draco," Hermione said, snuggling the dragon. "He is evil."
“He is not evil,” Narcissa said softly.
"Is so," Hermione said, pressing her face into the toy.
"Be kind to him. He loves you so."
“He is icky. I can't stand him.”
"You've barely given him a chance."
"I don't want anything to do with him,” Hermione continued to cuddle the one eyed dragon and pet its head.
Draco stood at the door and watched the women.
Hermione sobbed as she petted the toy.
"I think you should apologize for throwing tea on Draco," Narcissa said, and she added, when she saw the victorious grin on her son's face, "and he should apologize to you for frightening you and upsetting you as he has."
Draco bravely stepped into the room.
“I'm sorry I upset, you Love,” Draco said softly. "I just wanted to greet you and show my love for you."
"Don't call me that," Hermione said, looking up at him briefly and sniffling a little. Her voice was raspy and she was catching her breath.
“Draco, dear, why don't you get her a glass of water?” Narcissa asked, pointing at the pitcher on the dressing table.
Draco smiled. This was his golden opportunity. He strode to the pitcher and took his sweet time to pour the water, whilst the disillusioned vial of Severus' potion poured into the glass.
Hermione hiccoughed and rested her head on Narcissa's shoulder.
Draco walked over to her slowly. He sat down on the coffee table and held the glass out to her after enchanting it so the contents would not be splashed out.
“Hermione, dear, have a glass of water. It will make you feel better,” Narcissa said and offered Hermione the glass.
Hermione took the cup and took three large gulps.
She felt that she needed more water, so she drank the glass empty.
"Would you like some more water, Sweet?" Draco asked, staring at her hand.
"No thank you, Draco," Hermione said, leaning back on the soft pillows on the couch.
Draco took the glass from her and levitated it back to the table.
"I'll just leave the two of you to work out your problem. I hope no more ministry missives arrive."
Hermione felt woozy for a moment, but then her mind cleared.
As soon as his mother was at the door, Draco carefully moved over to sit next to Hermione.
Narcissa smiled when she saw Hermione sitting quietly with Draco at her side.
“Are you alright, Love?” Draco asked, cautiously taking her hand.
Hermione didn't say anything but shifted so she leaned on Draco a little as he took her hand. She should be nice to him. He was her Draco.
“I am fine, Draco.”
"May I kiss your cheek, Love?" Draco asked, grinning as she slid an arm around him.
“Yes, you may. You are my fiancée,” she said and smiled.
Draco grinned and leaned down, pressing his lips to her cheek.
Hermione pressed closer.
“Can I kiss your lips?”
"You are always allowed to touch me however you wish if it is nicely," Draco said, smiling as she shifted and touched her nose to his cheek.
"It's just new. I didn't know that you really liked me. I never expected to get engaged to you in the way that we did."
She was not as high as she had been from the other variation of the potion, but it was all good for Draco. She was behaving nicely and this level of nicety would not cause suspicion.
Hermione pressed her lips to his lightly and pulled back quickly with a soft blush.
“What is it, Love?”
“I've never initiated a kiss on the lips with a boy before,” she said, looking away from him.
Draco smirked at her, "My sweet Hermione, I was thinking that, for our date tonight, you would enjoy going to La Boheme with me and perhaps going to a private restaurant for dinner?"
“That would be wonderful! Goodness, I don't have a proper dress for that, though.”
"Well, I can take you to where we can get that. And we will get your hair done and a nice set of jewels from the Malfoy vaults for you to wear.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out the engagement ring. "It would honor me greatly if you would wear my ring," Draco said, tilting her so she looked up at him.
“Why did you not give it to me earlier?” Hermione asked sulkily.
"One of the diamonds came out and I had to have it fixed for you, Princess," Draco said, pressing his lips to her forehead.
He kept an arm around her.
“Aw, Draco, you are so considerate,” Hermione said, putting her cheek on his shoulder.
"Anything for you," Draco said. "Shall we go shopping for you, my dear? The Ministry has required a week of leave for both of us."
“Yes, I want to be seen with my gorgeous fiancé!”
"Well, I hope you don't get sick of it too soon," Draco said, taking her hand and standing up.
Hermione blushed.
"You said that I was not allowed to touch you this morning," Draco said gently and he pouted at her a little.
"That was my evil twin," Hermione said, kissing his cheek. "She's nuts."
“Where is she now?” Draco asked with a smirk.
"Wherever things go when you vanish them, she is there," Hermione said, and she tucked back a strand of his hair. "I don't know why you would like me. You are so much more handsome than me." Hermione looked down and frowned.
“You are the prettiest witch.”
"I'm not. Boys don't like me. They aren't attracted."
“Why do you think half of the Auror Department stops by in your office every day? Why do you think Zabini is always stopping by as well?”
"Blaise is my friend. And they are called in there," Hermione said, as Draco led her down to the main entry-hall.
“Because they try to get your attention, Sweet.”
"You are silly," Hermione said as Draco helped her on with her cloak.
“Just pay attention to their behavior. They get in trouble intentionally.”
Hermione rolled her eyes at Draco but smiled as he took her hand and disapparated them.
“Where shall we go first?” Draco asked as they arrived in Diagon alley.
"Where would be best for getting a dress to make all the other witches blue because of my luck?" Hermione asked, holding his arm and looking up at him.
“Then we need to go to the Gold district. They have the finest dresses, but I wonder if they will be good enough for you.”
"Will be too good for me," Hermione said, clinging to Draco as he led her through the streets.
“Not all the gold in my vault is worth as much as you are to me.”
Hermione looked up at him with shining eyes.
“Oh Draco!” She turned him and shoved her lips to his.
Draco was taken by surprise, but he liked it.
Hermione whipped back as a bright flash startled her.
"Miss Granger, you and Mr. Malfoy certainly look cozy. Do tell us when you are expecting?" Rita Skeeter said, with her quick-quotes quill hanging in the air next to her.
Hermione was blushing deep red.
“No comment at this time,” Draco said and led Hermione away.
Hermione grasped his arm. "Is it always like that?" she asked, pressing her cheek on his arm as he turned her into a narrow side street.
“Journalists are always nosy,” Draco sighed, leaning over and kissing her temple. "And they love to follow the Malfoys and other old Slytherin families."
Hermione sighed, "We're alright."
Draco looked down at her as he walked her into a boutique.
The saleswitches began to walk towards them with wide smiles plastered on their faces.
"Mr. Malfoy," one said, reaching out to touch his arm.
Hermione smacked the witch's hand. The girl leapt back. Hermione glared at her. She was not allowed to touch Hermione's man!
“I am looking for a gown for my fiancée. And please, do not manhandle me, I am taken.”
Hermione looked up at him and smiled before smirking at the witches and grabbing Draco's face and pulling him down. She shoved her lips to his burying her hands in his hair.
Goodness, Draco loved her public displays of affection. That was how he wanted his witch to be to him.
Hermione smirked and made sure the other witches saw her grope his bum in the mirror.
“We have the new collection just in from Paris,” one of the older saleswitches announced.
Hermione clung to Draco's arm and smiled.
"May I get your measurements, Dear?" the elder witch asked.
“Yes, of course,” Hermione said, glaring at the young witches.
"I'll just show you to the dressing room," the witch said.
“Draco, will you come with me?”
"It never entered my mind to leave you," he said, putting a hand on hers where it rested in the crook of his arm.
Hermione smiled and held Draco's arm.
The older saleswitch ushered Hermione to stand on a pedestal whilst Draco took a seat on a couch nearby.
He stretched out and prepared to enjoy the show.
Magical measuring tape whirled around Hermione whilst a dicto-quill took notes.
"Do you have colors that you prefer, my Dear?"
The piece of parchment flew away.
“I would like something in Slytherin colors.”
Draco smiled as the saleswitch flitted away and returned with five dresses matching Hermione's measurements and color desires.
Hermione was amazed at the beauty of the dresses offered.
“These all are so pretty. I can't choose!”
"We can buy them all, Love," Draco said, smiling at her.
"You will do no such thing, Draco Malfoy," Hermione said, shaking a finger at him. "I don't know what I would do with all of them."
“Well, you can use them for when we go out. It is almost required for the future lady Malfoy to be seen in a new dress every time.”
"Draco, that is too much," Hermione said sighing at him.
“Nothing is too much for you, Love. I hope all the other wizards go green with envy.”
"We can get just one dress for now," Hermione said.
“Why not try on all of them and see how you like them?” Draco said and offered her a silver dress with a long gauze train.
Hermione smiled, "Surely you don't want to sit here while I do that."
“I do want to see you in all these dresses. And waiting for you is a pleasure.”
Hermione blushed and hugged him.
“I’ll try on the first one, then. I will not waste your time.”
"You will try on every dress until you are certain that you have the one you like," Draco insisted, kissing her forehead.
“You are so sweet, Draco, the perfect fiancé. Most wizards would have run to the Quidditch store by now.”
Draco grinned. "A wizard who would leave you here alone would have to have his brain removed for blatant stupidity."
Hermione giggled and blushed before disappearing behind a curtain. She quickly put on the fine gown and smoothed her hair, wondering if she looked good.
"How long does it take to put on a gown?" Draco whined from behind the curtain. "I am ready to see it on you!"
“Sorry, Draco,” Hermione murmured and blushed.
Draco whistled when he saw her. "I will have to put repelling charm on you, Witch, to keep other wizards' hands off."
“Does this look okay?” she asked, tugging at the strapless top.
"It's completely sexy," Draco said. "And alright as you are not showing yet. Once you start to show, you will need to dress more motherly. Less husband's sex kitten."
Draco moved toward her. He took her in his arms. He had to have his hands on her.
Hermione was blushing deep red, "I don't look like a sex kitten."
"I think it's time for me to see another," he whispered, kissing her forehead.
“Will I make love to you, my sexy fiancé?”
"The whole of the store doesn't need to know our business. But if you mean to have me, you are always allowed by me."
“And your parents won't object?”
"Well, it's not like you will get pregnant or anything," Draco said with a wink.
Hermione hid her red face in Draco's shoulder.
Draco rubbed her back, "Try on another."
“Can I get a kiss?” she asked, looking up.
"You never have to ask me, Goddess," he said, leaning down and pressing his lips to hers gently before pulling back. "Remember, I am your servant."
Hermione giggled.
“Do you have someplace to stay in London?” Hermione asked, batting her eyelashes seductively.
"We would have to get permission to use the house is Chelsea," Draco said, "But it would be fun to have it be just the two of us."
“What about a hotel?”
"Father would storm in on us if we don't ask permission," Draco said, glaring at the floor. "He has no right. But he would."
“But I want to go somewhere nice and private with you.”
Draco groaned.
"Father doesn't want us to make love," Draco said. "I am desperate to have you." He couldn't help taking her hand and putting over him.
Hermione was excited to feel his heated flesh even though the cloth of his trousers.
“What if we book into a Muggle hotel?”
"You underestimate my father. If we are not back on time," Draco said, biting his lip as she rubbed softly.
“What will he do?”
"He will then only let us be together with a chaperone," Draco said, pouting darkly. "He is a mean man!"
“Can't you sneak into my room? If I feign illness?”
"He will surely call the Healers. And Mother will be fussing over you if she thinks you are ill."
"We will find a way," Draco whispered. "But we will have to ask permission."
“You are so handsome. What if you choose another witch? After all, I am not sure that I am ready to be with you again, though I want to be alone with you.”
"I would never. You are the only witch who arouses him," Draco arched his hips into her hand. "I can wait for you, my Dear."
“Oh Draco, you are so large!” Hermione whispered in his ear.
Draco panted and clung to his witch.
“It gets even larger when I think of making love to you,” he whispered back, thrusting himself against her hand.
Hermione blushed and moved her free hand into his hair.
“You are a very alluring wizard,” she murmured. “And I want to get into your pants.”
"How long have you wanted me?" Draco asked.
“I think since I first saw you in Auror robes.”
Draco sighed and kissed her.
"So you were hostile to avoid wanting me?" he asked.
“Yes, as I couldn't stand the thought of being laughed at by you. And I knew you would as you were always so mean to the girls who were attracted to you that you didn't like.”
"Why did you turn down my dinner invitations?"
“Because I thought you were on a bet to ask me out. To make fun of poor ugly me.”
"And the burning of the flowers I sent you?"
Draco asked, nipping at her chin.
“Did I do that? I don't remember! I think there was a spider in there! Got me scared!”
"Well, we should get home so we can get ready to go out for our date," Draco whispered, "I want us to have a nice night. We have a private box. Perfect for making out."
Hermione giggled and dashed back to change.
“Well take all the dresses,” Draco instructed the saleswitch.
"Very well, Sir," she said, "Shall I charge it to your account?"
"Yes," Draco said.
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Well, there it was. Chapter 9. Hope you all liked it. Please leave a review.
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