Draco walked down the long driveway to the manor slowly, he knew this was not going to go well.
His mother had owled his earlier and he could tell she was desperate to talk to him, so he'd reluctantly agreed to return to the Manor.
When he got inside he had his memory refreshed by seeing how everything was the same as when he'd left it two years ago. He might as well have never lived there at all. After leaving at 19 he'd vowed to never return and yet here he was. The air was cold, the kind of cold you get when you know something bad is going to happen but you can't stop it.
He found his way to the dining hall, where his parents were waiting for him.
He came to stand by his mother, "You wanted to see me?"
"Maybe it would be best if you sit down, sweetheart," Narcissa encouraged quietly as Lucius just paced back and forth behind her chair, his face so twisted in anger that it was twitching.
Without saying a word, Draco pushed back one of the sleek, cold, black chairs and placed himself in it.
It had been a while since he'd been in that house. He'd left after another escalated argument with his father two years ago and he had never had any intentions on coming back.
However. he's agreed, just this once, to come back to talk to his parents.
Well...for his mom.
His dad could get vanquished for all he cared, but he did care about his mother, whether he'd admit it or not.
He let his eyes look up from the so-shiny-you-can-see-the-scowl-you're-likely-to-have-in-this-house table and was greeted by the cold stares of his father across the table.
"Is there a reason you invited me here this afternoon?" Draco asked after several moments of silent glares, "because if your idea was to just glare at me-"
He stood up to leave, but Narcissa gently grabbed his arm, "Sweetheart," she whispered, her eyes begging, "stay. Please."
He looked hesitant, so she tacked on a little more, "For me?"
That was enough to make his knees buckle and bring himself back to the table.
He always was a momma's boy.
He sat back down, "I'm waiting," he growled towards his father.
Lucius' eyes narrowed as he met his sons eyes, "Yes, I see that. Now there's something we need discuss."
"And it couldn't wait because..."
"I don't remember saying I was finished!" Lucius glowered, "As I was saying, there have been some...rumors going around recently about you and your mother and I are ready for the truth. We'll go straight to the Prophet and put these rumors to bed just as soon as you give me the answers I want."
"And what are these rumors you speak ok?" Draco asked, although he was pretty sure he knew the answer.
"I think you know," Lucius whispered, "But in case you weren't aware, there was some rumors that you have been fooling around with one Hermione Granger." he scowled in disgust, "I'm sick and tired of hearing all over town whispers about my son and that...thing. Everyone is whispering behind my back, and it doesn't look good upon any of us."
Draco scoffed, "There's a reason people talk behind your back, but I guarantee you it's nothing to do with myself."
"Is this some kind of a joke to you?"
"Not at all."
"These rumors are disgusting and they need to be put to bed, no pun intended. It seems they get worse day by day. Just this morning, I was on my way to the Ministry and have to over hear that Weasley girl discussing it. It's bloody disgusting."
Draco was suddenly keen on the conversation, "And just what did she say?"
"Rubbish! Absolute rubbish!"
"WHAT did she say?"
"Some nonsense to someone on the other end of one of those pathetic muggle cell phones about how her and Granger are 'friends again' and that 'she knew she'd lied to her about the Draco thing', whatever that is, and that she couldn't believe her 'feelings'. I was nearly vomiting at this point and continued on my way. Just the idea is ridiculous."
Draco was gleaming with excitement, "I knew it." he muttered to himself.
"What was that, sweetie?" Narcissa asked, finally speaking up, although it was too late., he was already too excited to care about anything they would say to him.
She broke two rules.
She told Weasley.
And she was falling for him. Hard.
"I need to go," he said in the same second as he got to his feet,
"Hold it." Lucius growled, "Tell the truth. What is the truth to these rumors? Tell me and this will all end."
"It's all true. All of it."
Lucius thought someone had slapped him across the face, "What?" he gasped.
"That's the truth."
"You mean...you've been getting with Granger? The mudblood?" His face showed so much disgust, it was enough for the three Malfoys.
Draco's eyes narrowed, "Don't call her that."
"She is one. Her and those friends of hers are all disgraces to the Wizarding World."
"You're one to talk. They saved the Wizarding World. You tried to destroy it, until you got scared. Then you fled."
"Why you little...." he trailed off, "You better not be telling the truth."
"Want some truth?"
"I'm in love with Hermione Granger. That enough truth for you?""
Lucius had nothing to say. His jaw dropped.
"Get out of my house." Lucius growled.
Narcissca's mouth hit the floor, "Lucius!"
"I mean it!" Lucius growled, "I want him out of my house."
Draco smirked, "With pleasure."
Draco grinned and ran out of the house, he needed to get the ministry. Fast.
He got off the grounds to the Manor and apparated in front of the ministry.
He grinned, this was by far something he never expected to happen.
But, as of this moment, he was glad it was happening. Even if he'd regret it, or the only reason he said it was to piss off his father he didn't know. But, right now, he felt like this was what he was supposed to do.
Hermione jerked up from her paper work on her too-neat desk when a knock on the door echoes throughout the office.
"Come in," she sighed, annoyed to be interrupted.
The knocker didn't hesitate. The door burst open revealing a disheveled looking Draco Malfoy, hair completely out of place.
"Ma...Draco what are you doing here?" She asked, getting to her feet and shutting the door behind him to avoid onlookers, particularly red headed ones and one with lightning bolts scars on their foreheads. Oh, and blonde bimbos.
"There's something we must discuss," Draco said slowly.
"And just what is that?" an annoyed Hermione asked.
Why was he here any how?
"So, Hermione," Draco said slowly, "I heard a little rumor about you today,"
His grey eyes met her brown ones. Behind his eyes was an expression she couldn't place, no matter how many ideas she contemplated. They were entirely too complex. Her eyes, on the other hand, were an open book. She was scared. And he knew it.
She gulped as his ice cold fingers traced down her neck and throat that barely contained any air due to the fact that she'd nearly stopped breathing.
"Oh, you did?" she squeaked, not doing a good job concealing her emotions.
"Mmhhm," he murmured, hiding his amusement at the way her eyes were frantically looking all over his face as if he had tattooed what he was going to say on to his jaw line, "So, it's my understanding some punishment is in order."
She gulped again, "Is that necessary?"
He nodded, "Completely."
"What did you have in mind?"
The punishment for a little slip no one else witnessed was bad enough, she knew that he knew what she told Ginny. The punishment was bound to be worse.
He cocked his head to the side, "What do you think would be suitable?"
The words were barely more than a faint whisper. Barely more than a breath.
She felt goose bumps rise up her spine as his free hand traced one of her shake palms.
He was determined to torture her, of that she was sure. He was going to drag it on and on until she exploded from nerves. How cruel.
She changed the subject away from punishment, "And just what did you hear about me?"
"Like I said, a rumor. About a little secret you told your friend, who I hear is about to become Mrs. Potty....er....Potter," he smirked, "and the look on your face tells me that you know exactly what I'm talking about."
Her face pinkened.
"Now," he continued with a grin, "Do I need to refresh your memory of rule number five? Don't tell anyone, I think it was."
"You know rule breakers have to be punished, Granger." he whispered in her ear quietly to avoid nosy co workers.
"Can't we make a little," she took a hand and made her thumb and pointer finger a small space apart, "exception? Just this once?"
"Oh, now where would be the fun in that? That would be cheating, and as you surely know, Miss Granger, cheaters never prosper."
"It's not cheating it's....negotiating." Hermione argued, although she knew she'd lost her case.
He smirked, "Not going to happen, Granger."
'Worth a try.' Hermione thought indignantly.
"I heard another rumor about you today," he said slowly, "and believe me, it got my attention."
She tried to remember the whole conversation she'd had with Ginny, although she couldn't think of anything else he could know about that would get her 'in trouble'. She had been so focused on reviving a dying friendship that she didn't care about much else.
"And what did this little birdy say?" Hermione asked, starting to get annoyed.
"I think I'll let you figure it out for yourself, Granger. What would be the fun in me giving away all the information that you clearly didn't want me to have at once?"
He turned to leave, but she caught his arm, "Draco, would you quit playing! Tell me what you're keeping from me!"
"Now Granger," he shook his head, "Going in to this I told you it was a game, games are meant to be played."
She wanted to scream at him.
And hex him.
This treatment had to be breaking some kind of law.
"I don't bloody well care if games are meant to be played!" Hermione hissed, quite loudly, shutting the door so that no one else could hear the quickly heating up conversation between her and Draco.
Draco scoffed, which really set Hermione off.
"You think this is funny?" She screamed one of her eyes beginning to twitch with anger, "You honestly think tormenting me with some secret that you supposedly know about me-"
"Oh, I do know it, Granger." Draco interjected.
"...is funny? Well, I'll tell you something! It is most certainly not funny! In fact it is the complete, total opposite of 'funny'. You are an arse Malfoy. I can't believe I was actually starting to-"
She stopped mid-sentence.
Was she really about to say that?
Draco smirked, he'd gotten her to at least almost say what he'd wanted her to.
"What was that, Granger?"
She turned back around to face him, "What was what?"
She had to literally bite her tongue to stop herself from tacking Malfoy on to the end of the sentence.
"You said you were starting to...something. Just what exactly was that something?"
She narrowed her eyes, "I just got a little carried away. Nothing more."
"...Because I'm pretty sure you were going to say something else."
"Like what?" Hermione challenged.
"Oh, I don't know...maybe that you were starting to fall in love with me."
Her heart stopped.
"Like I'd ever fall for you!" She hissed, coming up within a couple inches of him.
"Oh," he traced up and down her arm, "I think you have."
"Never." She hissed through clenched teeth, although inside she was thinking something else.
Something else entirely.
"Just admit it, Granger. Admit that you are and this will all be over," He whispered, kissing her neck gently, making her knees go a little weak.
"What does that mean?" Hermione said quietly, knowing fully well how fast her heart was beating at this moment.
"You know what it means, Granger. Whether you'll admit it or not."
"I....do not," Hermione gasped.
She knew exactly what he was talking about.
"So, what do you think we should do about this?" Draco pushed quietly, now about as close as physically possible to Hermione. He kept getting closer until she was leaning in to the desk, any further and she would be on top of it, not that he had a problem with that necessarily.
"I don't know." Hermione gasped, feeling the goose bumps rise up and cover her entire body.
"I think I do," Draco whispered.
He placed two fingers under her chin and brought his mouth a centimeter away from her, "....and it's the exact same thing I had in mind." then his lips were on hers. This time, Hermione didn't even think, she just acted. Her lips moved with his, the world becoming a blur. After all, this was all that was real. Just her and him. Draco and Hermione.
Their lips moved together, for once neither of them caring at all about anything else.
This was a situation neither of them ever imagined happening, but they were glad that it did.
Eventually, they broke apart and silver met chocolate brown, once again.
"Were we thinking the same thing?" Draco smirked.
Hermione laughed, "I'll answer that for you,"
The next thing either of them knew, she was back to kissing him.
That was plenty of an answer.
After a few moments though, Hermione pulled back, "What's wrong?" Draco breathed, both of their breath quickened.
"I thought you said I was punished?" Hermione gasped.
He smirked, "You lost the game, isn't that punishment enough?"
She grinned, "I think I can live with that."
"Good," he replied coolly, "because not all of this game is over."
A/N I'm sorry for the wait! I didn't have the chapter entirely ready before queue closure partly because my puppy Presley passed away which was very emotional to me and I was in a bad place for a while, but I'm letting go and I'm better now! (:
But, enough with the sad: well...all the Dramione shippers that had been asking if and when they would get together, you can smile now because as of this moment, they are together! Congratulations, you got your wish! This was an entirely Draco/Hermione centered chapter, so I hope you liked that. I thought you might want a break from giggly-Lav and pity-me Ron. haha :) I hope this chapter, or rather the context of this chapter (them getting together) lived up to your expectations. I try to make you, my amazing readers, happy with the plot. I don't want anyone bored. So...I hope you enjoyed! Things are about to get even more interesting with them together.
Also, I've been adding chapter images and have added one of Seamus and his wife Isla for part of Hagrid's dinner party if anyone's interested. AND, I owe you guys yet another thank you: I just got bumped into over 300 reviews and 50,000 reads. That's amazing! I love you guys so very much, you're the reason I continue this story!:D
Well....I guess I should attach a preview, huh?
"Lav," Ron sighed, trying to ignore the pain still in his heart, "I have a question for you."
After Draco's threats towards him moments ago and Hermione's scorned comments, he was determined to show her what she was missing.
Lav giggled, "What's that Wonipoo? "
He cringed. That was worse than Won-Won!
"Well...I was thinking that maybe you and I should start looking for a flat. Together. I mean, the baby's already half way here...."
Lavender giggled, placing a hand on her stomach, "I'd love that."
"Well...brilliant!" Ron exclaimed, half heartedly, "We'll shop this weekend.
Well...it seems Ron is trying *still* to let go of Hermione, only this time he's planning on letting Lav move in with him. Is he ever going to learn that revenge is never the answer? haha
But it least I didn't leave you with a cliffie preview! haha Although, I bet some of you are curious as to just what Draco threatened Ron with!
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