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Connection With A Mudblood by MsJacksonMalfoyMellark
Chapter 16 : Sweet Love: A Little Mischief and Fate
Rating: MatureChapter Reviews: 8

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*Attention passengers. We are about to land. Please fasten your seatbelts.*

Draco tightened his seatbelt and waited for the weird feeling to return.

As soon as the plane landed, the passengers started to grab their luggage and exit the plane.

Draco shook Hermione awake. “It’s time to go, Granger.” Draco said. Hermione stood up and grabbed her suitcase from the top as well as Draco’s. The two exited the plane and arrived inside Sydney Airport.

Hermione spotted Harry and walked towards him, Draco following after.

“Is everybody here?” he asked.

“Grinden is not here yet.” An Auror named Jackson said.

“Well, where is he?” Harry asked impatiently.

“He said he was going to the washroom.” Another Auror named Walton informed. He then spotted Grinden walking towards them. “There he is.” He pointed towards the Auror.

“Alright, is everybody here now?” they all nodded. Harry led the way to the hotel they will be staying in quietly.





When they reached the hotel, Harry ordered the other Aurors to wait while he received all their keys. He walked up to the receptionist. “Rooms 266 to 278 please.” Harry said. The receptionist grasped all the keys from 266 to 278 and passed them to Harry.

“Enjoy your stay.” The receptionist smiled at him. Harry walked towards his group of Aurors and handed them their keys.

“Alright, now remember, no magic in front of muggles.” They all nodded. The Aurors all entered inside the elevator. Hermione pressed the button that said ‘7’, and waited as the elevator led them upwards to their floor.

*Floor Seven* an invisible voice resounded. They all stepped out and waited for their Auror leader’s instruction for the rest of the evening.

“Today, we will have an evening off. Tomorrow morning, I want you all to meet me in my room, it’s 278. We will talk about how we will captured those Death Eaters, but for now, enjoy the rest of the evening as you please.” Harry allowed them to find their alleged rooms, whilst he searched for his own.









Hermione swiped her card and entered inside. She placed her suitcase on the side of her bed, as she made way for the bathroom for a shower.

After changing into her muggle clothes, she exited the room and locked the door.




‘Damn thing! Where does this go?’ Draco said to himself.

“You have to swiped the card through that gap, Malfoy.” Hermione said. He did just that and finally, the door opened for him.

“I knew that.” He murmured.

‘Sure you did.’ Hermione rolled her eyes. She started to walk towards the lift so she could go down to have dinner in the restaurant.

Draco entered his room and placed his suitcase on the side of his bed. He got into the bathroom and had his shower.

When he stepped out, he remembered that he needed to ask Blaise to get him the book that Hermione told him about. He got out a piece of parchment that he had brought with him and started to write.

He heard a tap on the window, indicating the arrival of his owl, Glasfyn. He opened the window and allowed the eagle owl to enter so that he could attach the note to its feet.

“Send this to Blaise Zabini.” He instructed. The owl understanding flew towards its destination. It was going to be quite a long journey.

As soon as he got into his muggle clothes, he decided to go downstairs to the restaurant. Hopefully, they had better food here.










“Hey, ‘Mione, is there something going on between you and Malfoy?”Harry asked, straight to the point.

“, why?” she asked.

“He and you are always side by side. Is there something you’re not telling us, Hermione?” Ron asked, having suspicions.

“Haven’t you told them yet, Granger?” a voice drawled in.

“Told us what?” Harry asked confused. “Hermione...” he was now beginning to think of the worse.

“Harry, it’s not like that.” Hermione interrupted him. She turned to Draco. “I was going to tell, Malfoy.” She snapped.

“Alright, alright, don’t need to get your claws out. I just thought that you would’ve told them by now, seeing as how they are your best friends.” He emphasised.

“Shut up, Malfoy.” She hissed. She turned to Harry and rom.

“You guys, I'm sorry I hadn’t told you this earlier. It’s just...I was confused. I still am. I don’t understand what is happening. But I’ll try to explain this as best as I can.” Hermione began. When they didn’t interrupt, she blurted out everything about the connection which she and Draco shared and how it may have happened.

“So, that’s how he got to you first yesterday? And how he knew about your break up with that Jake guy before us?” Ron asked, putting the pieces together.

“Hermione, you didn’t have to hide this from us. We would’ve have understood.” Harry assured her.

“I know, and I'm sorry for that. I promise to tell you straight away next time.” Hermione promised.

“It’s alright, ‘Mione. So, you said that there was a book that could help us understand this connection more. Have you got it?” he asked, curious to learn more of this connection.

“No, not yet. But, I’ve sent Blaise a note asking him for the specific book. Hopefully, he’ll send the book to us soon.” Draco answered.

“Okay, until then, let’s just enjoy this night before we set out to find those Death Eaters.” Ron said. They all agreed and ate their unfinished meals together.
















Blaise unfolded the parchment and read the message.


I need you to find this book for me; it’s called Telepathy Temptations. It’s about the connection. Could you send it quick? Really appreciate it, mate.


“Great (!) A trip to the bookstore. My favourite place (!)” he said in fake joy. “Why me? Why not Pansy? Man, I hate books!” blaise complained. He grabbed his coat and exited the apartment.

Blaise whistled as he walked to Flourish and Blott’s. Lost in his own world again, he stumbled into a solid figure, taking them down with him.

He looked into those same violet eyes. Those same eyes he had met the last time.

“You again? Get off me, you doof!” she cried, trying to push him off.

Blaise quickly stood up straight. The girl straightened up, too.

“I'm sorry! I wasn’t paying attention to where I was going.” Blaise apologised to the beauty.

“Yeah, you weren’t.” She scoffed.

“So...we meet again.” Blaise cocked his eyebrows, attempting to act cool.

“Yes. Unfortunately, we do.” She said unimpressed.

“You know, this is fate.” Blaise said.


“Fate brought us together.” He said.

“I don’t believe in nonsense like that.” She said. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have more important things to do.” She pushed passed him and walked away.

Blaise mentally kicked himself. Why didn’t he stop her?

Then, he spotted something from the corner of his eyes. It seemed to be a diary. He reached down and picked it up.

“Violet Crown.” He read the gold lettering on the front cover. He looked up and searched for her, but she was far gone.

He will have to find her later. First, he need to find that blasted book Draco wanted. He placed the diary inside his coat pocket and entered the book shop and asked the assistant, wasting no moment.

“Right this way.” She walked towards the Astrology section. She pulled out the book from the shelf and handed it to blaise.

“I would like to purchase this, please.” The woman nodded and walked to the counter.

“4 Galleons please.” She said. Blaise handed her the money and took the book from her,

“Thank you.” With that, he left the book store for good.

He apparated back to his apartment; where his owl was waiting for him. He put the book inside the envelope and tied it to the owl’s foot. On cue, the owl flew away, searching for its destination. He pulled out the diary of Violet Crown and placed it on the table. He sat there staring at it, wondering if he should open it. No, he couldn’t. It was someone’s personal diary. There would be some pretty juicy stuff in there, though.

He reached for it and opened it before he could stop himself.

Splat! Sticky slime coughed on his face. He closed the diary and placed it back on the table. He pulled out a handkerchief and wiped his face clean.

“Maybe I should just leave it.” Blaise said, afraid of what more the diary will fire at him.

“I’ll try to find her tomorrow. Yeah.” He had a shower and changed into his pyjamas, which meant him in his silky blue boxers. He then lied down on his bed and went to sleep, with only one thing in his mind – Violet Crown.






















“Care to dance, gorgeous?” a voice cut in. Hermione looked to where the voice had come from and saw a tall, muscular tanned man wearing a sleek, black suit, with a white bow tie. He had gleaming blue eyes and golden blonde hair.

“, thank you.” Hermione said and turned back to talking with her friends. Yes, Draco Malfoy was her friend now too.

The man was shocked. How could she turn down a handsome face like this? She must be out of her mind.

“Excuse me?” he asked, just to make sure he heard her right.

“No.” He couldn’t believe it. He took her hand and tried to pull it forcefully.

“Come on, beautiful. Just one dance. I won’t bite.” He said with lustful eyes.

“Let go of my hand.” She said, through gritted teeth. He kept pulling, refusing to let go of her hand. Hermione struggled to pry his hands off her hands. “I said let go.” She said again.

“Oh, come on. One dance won’t hurt at all.” He insisted.

“She said she doesn’t want to dance with you. So, back off, banana head.” Draco cut in, prying his hands off Hermione.

“Alright, alright.” The man surrendered, knowing that he couldn’t win in a fight with Draco. He walked away from Hermione and to another woman to woo. 

“I had it covered, you know.” Hermione remarked.

“You keep yourself that, Granger.” He smirked.

“I did!” she cried.

“Yeah, yeah.” He said boredom evident in his voice.

“I did, you idiot! So, shut up!” she cried in anger again. She crossed her arms and huffed.

“Calm down, Granger. No need to get so hot headed.” He smirked again.

“Whatever, Malfoy.” Hermione said. She turned back to Harry and Ron, who were just smiling at the scene in front of them.

“What?” she asked confused.


“Nothing.” They said. The quietly sipped their drinks.

“Hmph. This is so boring. We’re just sitting here, while the others are enjoying the night. Have you three always been this boring?” Draco asked.

“We’ve had more fun than you for the past 12 years. Malfoy.” Harry remarked. “Well, me and Ron have anyways; Hermione’s such a bore something. All she wants to do is read her thick blasted books.” Harry added, slightly sounding like his wife.

“Harry!” Hermione exclaimed.

“I’ll have you know, I'm fun. I'm much more fun than all of you.” She claimed.

“Prove it, Granger.” Draco challenged.

“Alright.” She held out her hand to Draco. “Let’s dance. Make sure you can keep up with me.” She informed.

Harry and Ron looked at each other and gave each other a knowing smile. They could tell that Hermione liked Draco, even though she wouldn’t confess it. She didn’t choose them to dance with her, she chose him.

Draco took her hand with a smirk on his face. He was led to the centre of the dance floor.

“Wait here.” Hermione went to the DJ and whispered something in his ear. The DJ nodded in agreement. She came back to Draco and leaned in closer to his ear to whisper, “I hope you know how to do the samba.” He could almost hear the smirk on her face.

The music started playing.

Draco wrapped his arm around her waist firmly and pulled her closer, closing the gap between them. This made Hermione gasp. Hermione just started to sway her hips from side to side. Then, Draco decided to dip Hermione down low, just an inch above the ground. She was pulled back up again and she swayed again. He then went to spinning her in quick twirls, before pulling her back to him. Hermione swayed her hips once again.

Draco leaned in closer to Hermione’s ear. “I didn’t know you had it in you, Granger.” He smirked.

“Well, you better believe it, Malfoy.” She replied. He chuckled lightly.

“You do know that this doesn’t prove anything, right?” Draco said.

“What?” Hermione’s eyes glowed with anger. She did all this for nothing!

“Dancing doesn’t prove one to be fun, Granger. Anyone can dance; that doesn’t prove that the person is fun in any way.” He told her. “And you are the brightest witch of your age. Honestly, Granger.” He smirked.

“You bastard.” Hermione cried and hardly stomped on his foot. Draco jumped up and down, holding his sore foot up in pain.

“What the hell is wrong with you, Granger?” he said. He placed his foot on the floor as the pain slowly subsided. He pulled her back closer to him, which made her gasp. She placed her hands on his shoulders. She refused to look at him, though. All this, for nothing! The nerve of the ferret!

“Lighten up, Granger. I’ll tell you how you can prove that you are fun.” Draco said, the smirking never leaving his face.

“What is it?” she asked, still looking away from him.

“Would you look at me? You are being really childish, Granger.” Draco used his hand to turn Hermione’s face so that she was looking at him.

They continued to dance a little longer until the song suddenly changed. It was a slow dance.

The other couples around them snuggled up into each other’s embrace and danced to the slow song.

Hermione and Draco continued to look at each other.







Harry and Ron waited patiently, never peering away from the couple in the centre.







They continued to look at each other, their eyes locked, and never breaking eye contact once.







They waited.







Hermione and Draco blinked. They pulled away from each other and walked back to Harry and Ron.







Harry and Ron frowned slightly. They had really thought Hermione and Draco were going to kiss. Hell, they were certain they would. But, unfortunately, they were met with disappointment.

“I never knew you could dance like that, ‘Mione.” Ron said genuinely surprised. He had known her for years, yet he had never seen her dance so gracefully.

“Neither did I.” She said confused. She really didn’t know how she could dance so well, considering the last time when she had gone on that date with Jake. She had never been able to dance like that ever as a matter of fact.

“Honestly, Granger, not bad.” He said impressed. He scratched the back of his head.

“But, that’s not enough to prove that I'm fun, is it?” she said.

“No, it isn’t, you’re right. But, don’t worry; I know how you can prove it.” His smirk grew wider.

“How?” she asked, slightly scared of what he was about to say.

“I want you to teach that guy a lesson,” He pointed at the man that had tried to force her to dance with him, “With magic.”

“But Shacklebolt specifically said that you cannot use magic in front of muggles.” Hermione said. She was a rule abider, not a breaker like him.

“How’s he gonna find out?” he smirked.

“He’s the Minister; I'm pretty sure he can find out anything.” Hermione remarked.

“Stop being such a prude, Granger. Learn to live a little.” Draco said. “But if you’re too chicken to accept the challenge, then-“

“Fine. I’ll do it.” She sighed in defeat.

“Good girl.” Draco joked.

“Shut. Up.” She said angrily. He just smirked in return.

“Okay, just for your sake, we’ll wait for him to be alone.” He said.

She watched the blonde man, who was dancing with an auburn haired woman in a blue cocktail dress. She saw him whisper something in her ear, and then leave her, heading for the elevator.

Hermione spotted that he was headed for the 7th floor and made the move to follow him using the other elevator. Draco followed behind, not wanting to miss the chance of seeing banana head get taught a lesson. Before he left, he turned to Harry and Ron.

"Keep this between yourselves, Potter, Weasley." Draco smirked, before turning back to follow Hermione.








When the lift stopped, Hermione and Draco stepped out and looked for the blonde. Hermione spotted him ahead and started to follow behind; taking care with every step she took.

The blonde felt like he was being followed and looked behind, but he saw no one. He continued to walk ahead.

Hermione peeked from behind the wall; she could see him walking up ahead to his room. She quickly muttered the spell before he escaped. “Avis.”

A flock of paper birds appeared out of nowhere and started attacking the blonde, making sure to leave a mark on him. Though the birds were small, they could still give immense damage to the opponent. It was one of Hermione’s specialties.

“Arrrrghhhhh! Get off me!” he screamed, which sounded so much like a girl. She couldn’t help but giggle at this.

“Now, my turn.” Draco smirked. He muttered his own spell towards the blonde and then, a tail was seen sprouting out of the man’s behind.

The birds had finally left the man, disappearing into thin air. The blonde quickly started to walk up to his room, so that he could have a good rest, but he felt something...swinging behind him. He turned around and saw, to his horror, that he had an ass’ tail. He screeched again.

He rubbed his eyes, to clear his vision, believing that he was just hallucinating. When he looked back again, the tail was gone. He sighed in relief, but cautiously opened the door to his room and quickly shut it before something else out of the ordinary would come out to attack him.

That was when Hermione and Draco finally burst out in laughter.

“That scream was priceless!” Hermione said between giggles.

“What a girl.” Draco shook his head.

“I have to say, that was fun.” She admitted. She hadn’t that much fun for a while.

“Well, it would be, since you’re here with an expert in fun.” Draco said with pride. Hermione rolled her eyes.




That was when Hermione and Draco realised just how close they were to each other.

There was just a small gap separating them.

Draco started to lean closer to Hermione. Hermione hesitantly went closer and closer. Their noses brushed past each others as they closed the small gap between them. Draco crashed his lips onto Hermione’s.

The kiss was short yet sweet. Draco broke away, not sure if he should go any further. When he saw that Hermione had a look of disappointment, he pulled her into another kiss. Hermione wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back. Draco deepened the kiss as he pulled her as close as possible; he was not going to let her go now. They broke apart only to search for their rooms.

As they found Draco’s, they entered the room and continued to kiss each other passionately. Hermione wrapped her legs around Draco’s waist as the kiss got more intense.

Their clothes were soon discarded on the floor as they made their way to the bed. Draco trailed small kissed down Hermione’s neck, resulting in her to let a moan of pleasure to escape. She grasped his hair and kissed him full on the lips again, letting all the emotions go on that kiss.

They finally broke apart and stayed there, in each other’s embrace. Hermione wrapped her arms over Draco’s bare chest and snuggled her head between his shoulder and chin. Draco, in return, wrapped his arm around her petite waist. He gently kissed her on the forehead.

Soon, they both drifted off to sleep in each other’s warm embrace.


AN: Well, I hope it was up to the standards. I made it extra longer, just like I promised. I hope you liked it! ^_^ I will be posting the next chapter for MNJTOD soon! Until then, goodbye, my fellow readers. *Waves goodbye*

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