Chapter 11 : Chapter Ten: Malfoy Mansion
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“Excuse me?” Hermione said after a beat. “I missed that last part.”
Draco rolled his eyes. “You have to move in with me. People think it’s strange that we haven’t moved in together.” Draco stopped and took another bite of his cereal. From the corner of his eye he noticed Teddy do the same. Draco put his spoon back down. So did Teddy. Draco turned to look at Teddy and Teddy turned to look at Draco.
“Malfoy!” Hermione snapped, getting his attention again. “I am not moving in with you. That is crossing the line.”
“But people are getting suspicious! My mother said it was strange that we lived separately when I have such a big place-
“Oh, your mother said so? Then we must listen to her, mustn’t we?” Hermione bit out.
Draco sighed and stood up to walk around the counter and toward Hermione. Teddy shrugged and continued eating. “I love the sarcasm, Granger.”
Hermione ignored him. “I am not moving out, Malfoy, and that’s final. I have a perfectly functional living space that I pay for on my own. This is what I can afford so this is where I am living. I am not moving in with someone I barely know, boyfriend or not.”
“Always so practical, aren’t you Granger?” Draco sneered, leaning against the kitchen sink. “Do you want this plan to fall apart?”
Hermione crossed her arms and faced Draco full on. “Of course not. I’m just as invested in this as you are.”
“Then you’re moving in.”
“No I am not.”
“Yes you are.”
“I said no!”
“I don’t care!”
Hermione stomped her foot in frustration. “Draco!”
Draco pushed himself off the counter and stalked past Hermione to get out of the kitchen. Hermione spun around.
“Where are you going?” she asked, following him into the sitting room.
“Home,” he answered, clearly exhausted. “Arguing with you requires a full battery and I’m running on empty right now.”
“You can have a full battery and a power bar, Malfoy. I still won’t budge.”
Draco sat on the arm of the couch and looked at Hermione. He smirked. “I can’t stand you, Granger.”
“Trust me, the feeling’s mutual,” Hermione retorted, setting her mouth in a straight line.
Draco ran his hands through his hair and rubbed his eyes. “Sweetheart, you’re really something else. Now come here and let me kiss you before I go home.”
Hermione cocked an eyebrow. “After all that, you expect a kiss?”
Teddy ran into the room just as Draco was about to answer. “I’m done with my cereal!” he said.
Hermione turned and smiled. “Okay, baby. Go play in my room.”
Teddy frowned. “Are you and Malfoy fighting? I don’t want you to fight. I get scared like when Uncle Ron came over yesterday.”
“What?” Draco said, standing up from the arm of the couch. “Weasley came by?”
Hermione bent down to pick up Teddy and kissed the top of his head. She sighed. “Yes. It was nothing,” she said, looking pointedly at Teddy in her arms.
Draco inhaled deeply. He counted to ten and slowly exhaled. “Listen Hermione. I’m tired from work. And now I’m annoyed. So you and Teddy are going to come with me to my place where you will tell me all about your day yesterday while Teddy plays with my parents’ house elf.”
“A house elf?” Hermione growled.
“Uh oh!” Teddy cried. “Spew!”
Draco looked strangely at Teddy. “Bless you?”
Hermione rolled her eyes. “Never mind! But I don’t want Teddy learning to take advantage of house elves. They deserve to be treated like equals, not as playthings.”
“Oh, excuse me,” Draco scoffed. “I didn’t know you were such an elf rights activist.”
“As a matter of fact, I am!”
“Of course you are,” Draco said, rolling his eyes. “And for your information all the house elves employed by my family are paid weekly for their services, get their own rooms in the servants’ quarter in the manor, and are treated with dignity and respect.”
“Well, good. I’m happy to hear that,” Hermione said, shifting Teddy in her arms.
Draco’s sigh sounded more like a growl. He picked up Teddy from Hermione’s hold and adjusted him on his hip. “Hermione, please. Pack everything Teddy needs while I watch him tomorrow. Grab whatever you need. Sleep over tonight. It’ll be easier for everyone.”
“I’m not moving in,” she answered stubbornly.
Draco threw his free arm up. “Then don’t. I’m too exhausted to care.”
Hermione stood for a few moments longer thinking about whether or not she should let Draco win this fight. She looked at him and noticed how sleep deprived he was. “Fine. But I want my own room tonight.”
Hermione dropped her bag and Teddy’s bag on the floor of the entrance of Draco’s house. Actually, mansion was a better term. It was huge, with floor to ceiling windows that brightened the slate colored rooms throughout the dwelling. It reminded Hermione of the inside of a cave as the sunlight reflects off of the water and into the entrance of the rock.
Teddy ran into the drawing room the moment his feet touched the floor. Draco sighed, content to be home. A small pop signaled Dixie’s arrival. After introductions between Hermione, Teddy, and Dixie- Teddy sat down to play with the house elf. Draco grabbed Hermione’s hand and pulled her up the stairs. She struggled to loosen his grip on her to no avail.
“I can walk on my own, Malfoy!” Hermione growled.
“You are in the worst mood ever today, aren’t you?” Draco commented lightly, pushing open his bedroom door and pulling Hermione inside.
Hermione halted to a stop. “I said I wanted my own room.”
Draco rolled his eyes. “Relax. I just want to shower and take a nap. You can tell me all about the Weasel while I do that.”
“Just sit tight for five minutes while I shower.”
Before Hermione could answer, Draco rushed into the bathroom. Hermione heard the showerhead start running. She sighed and sat on the bed, waiting.
Five minutes later, on the dot, Draco stepped out of the bathroom with only a towel around his waist. His hair was dripping water down his forehead and nose. “Oh, good,” he smiled, “you didn’t run away.”
Hermione smiled back. “I’m surprised, too.” She watched as he stepped into his closet and came back out wearing flannel pants. He began towel drying his hair before throwing the towel into the hamper next to his closet door.
Draco walked up to the bed and tipped Hermione’s head back with a finger to her chin. He bent down and pressed his lips to hers. She froze in shock. Draco pulled back slightly and smirked. “There was a lot of ‘Malfoy’ and ‘Granger’ back at your apartment,” he said softly by way of explanation.
Hermione smiled. “We haven’t argued like that in a while.”
“You seem amused,” he noted, raising his eyebrows.
She shrugged. “You’re the same twitchy little ferret you were in school. It’s comforting to know that.”
A playful growl erupted from Draco’s chest. He slid his hands under Hermione’s thighs and lifted her up. She yelped and threw her arms around his neck to hold herself steady. She threw her head back and shrieked, laughing. “Put me down!” she cried between laughter.
Draco laughed and kissed her exposed neck. “No!” he mumbled, his lips pressed against her skin as he tried to reach her lips. “You’ve been nothing but mean to me today!”
“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! My neck is so ticklish!” Draco stopped, still holding Hermione up by the back of her thighs while her legs were wrapped around his waist. Her laughter subsided and she looked down at Draco. “Can you put me down now? Please?”
“Ooh, I like the ‘please’, kitten. You’re finally starting to be nice then, eh?”
“Why are you torturing me?” Hermione groaned.
“Because I think you’re cute when you’re mad.”
Hermione rolled her eyes. “You’re annoying, Draco.”
“You’re more annoying, Hermione.”
Draco smirked. “Anytime. Now give me a proper kiss so I can put you down.”
Hermione sighed dramatically. “Fine.” She leaned in and aggressively pressed her lips against Draco’s until she heard a muffled ‘ow’ from him. She smiled and pulled back. “Happy?”
He shook his head and threw her on the bed. She landed with a thud and looked up at him with daggers in her pretty brown eyes. He smirked at her expression. “Now tell me about the Weasel.”
Hermione shifted on the bed as Draco walked around and got under the covers. “Here?” she asked, looking around. The bed seemed to have shrunk in size when Draco got into it.
“Yes.” Draco laughed at the horrified look on Hermione’s face. “Relax, a little cuddling won’t kill you,” he said with a wink.
Hermione glared at him. “Oh! Speaking of killing me,” Hermione began, “I got an invitation from Zabini and Parkinson for dinner on Thursday…”
Draco groaned. “Yeah, I forgot to mention that. We were invited to dinner on Thursday.”
“I figured as much,” she retorted dryly.
“I’ll tell Pansy you’re coming.”
“So I don’t have to RSVP then?” Hermione asked, pushing herself up and leaning her back against the headboard.
“RSVP? Did the invitation require that?” Draco asked.
“Oh, then RSVP. I don’t want to get Pansy angry this early on. She already tried biting my head off yesterday at the office. She is not happy about us.”
“Does she know this is a fake relationship?” Hermione asked.
Draco nodded. “So it won’t be too stressful.”
Hermione took a deep breath to calm the somersaults her stomach was doing. “It’s formal, by the way.”
Draco rolled his eyes. “Of course it is. Because why wouldn’t dinner on a Thursday be formal?”
Hermione smiled. “You seem annoyed.”
“Pansy can be annoying. She hasn’t changed much since Hogwarts.” Draco rubbed his eyes. “Okay, enough talk about Pansy. Tell me what happened yesterday.”
Hermione sighed. “Ron stopped by unannounced. I guess Teddy told him you’re going to be babysitting him, and Ron got really angry. He said that he wouldn’t allow it and that I had to drop Teddy off at his place instead. I said no so he got louder. Teddy overheard and got upset.”
Draco sat up. “How much louder?”
“He was practically frothing at the mouth,” she said, shaking her head.
Draco reached over and touched Hermione’s cheek. She looked at him with wide eyes. “Did he hurt you?”
Hermione started at the intensity of his tone. “No. Of course not.”
“Are you sure? Because I swear to Merlin I will go and kick his ass.”
Hermione laughed. “Draco, I swear. It was nothing. I can handle myself.”
“I know you can. But if Weasley had a problem with me, he should have taken it up with me. Not taken it out on you.”
“Just drop it. It was nothing.” Hermione shrugged. “And he keeps asking why I’m with you of all people,” she added as an afterthought.
“It’s nice knowing he’s jealous, not that he deserves to have any input about your relationships after what he did to you.”
“Wow, someone’s angry,” Hermione teased.
Draco shook his head. “He bothers me. And I’m tired. So I’m going to sleep.” He pulled Hermione closer to him, ignoring her protests. “I want to cuddle.”
Hermione laughed, swatting at his arm. “Well, I don’t!”
Draco pulled her back to his chest and held her in a death grip. She struggled, laughing the whole time. “Struggling won’t get you anywhere. My nickname’s Devil’s Snare.”
Hermione couldn’t stop laughing. “Fine! Fine. Let’s cuddle.”
Draco smiled sleepily and kissed her neck. “I like having you as a fake girlfriend. You’re fun.”
“You’re okay, too, I suppose.”
Draco shook his head. “Shut up and go to sleep.”
“You’re one to talk,” Hermione mumbled.
Draco ignored her and quickly fell asleep.
Draco slept through the night. Hermione managed to sneak out of the bed around eight o’clock and go downstairs to see what Teddy and Dixie were doing. Teddy was having a snack while Dixie told him stories about the days she used to take care of Draco as a child. Hermione leaned against the entrance of the drawing room and watched Dixie and Teddy for a bit.
“I love Malfoy,” Teddy said, biting into his apple.
“Master Malfoy loves you!” Dixie replied excitedly. “Master Malfoy says to Dixie you are a good boy and that you are funny too!”
“I always beat him in cars!” Hermione smiled as Teddy pretended to race his toy cars around on the floor.
Dixie’s eyes bulged. “You beat Master Malfoy? You are amazing!”
Hermione laughed and stepped into the room. “Bed time, big guy.”
Teddy looked up and frowned. “No! I’m not tired!”
“But it’s almost 8:30. When you wake up you get to spend the whole entire day with Malfoy!”
Teddy’s eyes lit up. “With Dixie too?” He turned to look at Dixie and her smiled dropped.
“No little Teddy,” she said sadly. “Dixie must go back to Malfoy Manor tomorrow to do work.”
“You’re not going to help Draco take care of Teddy tomorrow?” Hermione asked, surprised.
Dixie shook her head. “Oh no! Master Malfoy is the best babysitter in the world! He does not need Dixie!”
“Is he? Well this should be interesting,” Hermione muttered. She clapped her hands once. “Okay, Teddy. Come on. Up you go.”
“Shall Dixie show Miss Granger to her room?”
Hermione was about to say no because she didn’t want to bother Dixie but quickly realized she had no idea where she and Teddy would be sleeping that night. “Er…if it’s no bother Dixie.”
Dixie jumped up. “No bother at all Miss. Dixie would be more than happy to!” She bounded from the room. Teddy and Hermione quickly followed.
Dixie led the two of them up stairs. They passed the large double doors that housed Draco’s bedroom and continued down the large hallway until they reached the last set of doors. Dixie pushed the first one open and they entered into a room trimmed with navy blue and white. There were shelves along the walls that had books and other objects displayed on them. Hermione noticed a broomstick hung up on the wall above the small bed. Upon closer inspection, Hermione saw that the objects on the shelves included quaffles, snitches, and stationary bludgers. Teddy jumped onto the bed and stood on his toes, trying to take a closer look at the Firebolt above the bed. Hermione pulled a book off of the bookshelf and smiled. It was a children’s book.
“It’s a little boys room,” Hermione said in awe, turning to look at Dixie.
“Master Malfoy put it together when he found out he would be watching little Teddy.”
Hermione walked to the window and gently touched the navy blue drapery. She pulled them back and saw that the view consisted of a lake. She rolled her eyes. Of course he had a lake. She turned to look at Teddy. “Teddy, don’t stand on the bed. You’ll fall.”
Dixie had pulled out Teddy’s pajamas and laid them on the bed. Hermione helped him get dressed and tucked him in. She kissed him on his head and stood back up. “Wait!” Teddy called as Hermione took a step toward the door. “I’m scared.”
Hermione looked taken aback. She sat down on the bed. “Why baby?”
Teddy shrugged. “I want to go home.”
Hermione sighed. “You’re in Malfoy’s house. You’re going to spend so much time here that it’ll be like another home for you. You know Malfoy would never let anything happen to you in his house, right?”
Teddy nodded, holding the duvet up to his chin.
“Do you still want to go home?” Hermione asked, running her hand through his hair.
“When you wake up, you and Malfoy get to have a lot of fun together! Maybe you can play quidditch.”
“Really? I don’t have my broomstick though.”
“You’ll figure something out.”
“So if I sleep now, the morning will come faster?” Teddy asked.
Hermione smiled. “Yes. It’ll come faster.”
Teddy closed his eyes. “Goodnight Auntie Mione.”
The next morning came just as quickly as Teddy had hoped. When Hermione opened her eyes, she quickly sat up, forgetting where she was. The high cream-colored ceiling and the large four-poster bed were unfamiliar to her. Everything was sheathed in a rich, dark purple. All of the furniture was the same shade as the ceiling. Even the floors were made of the same wood as the dressers and doors. Cream and aubergine. She felt like she was sleeping in a palace.
She got out of bed and walked into her adjoining bathroom. She realized as she stepped into the shower how badly she did not want to go to work. While getting ready, her mind traveled to Draco. She wondered if he was still asleep. It was six in the morning – could he really have slept for twelve hours?
She dried her hair, twisted it up into a bun and put on some makeup. She stepped into a simple green dress and nude heels, grabbed her bag and wand and left the room. The house smelled of cinnamon and Draco. She quietly peeked into Teddy’s room and smiled when she saw him sleeping with his pouty little mouth halfway open. She silently shut the door and hurried down the stairs, ignoring Draco’s bedroom doors, hoping to get some breakfast before apparating to work.
She stepped into the vast kitchen with the stainless steel appliances and opened the fridge. Sitting on the top shelf was a tray with fruit and a glass orange juice. A small bowl was filled with whipped cream and a miniature syrup dispenser sat next to a plate with a piece of paper on it. Hermione picked up the note and read it.
Good morning gorgeous,
I hope you like French toast. It’s in the oven keeping warm. Just pull it out and help yourself. Tea is also brewing. Cups are in the cupboard next to the fridge. Sugar is in the canister next to the oven. Help yourself to whatever you’d like. I went out for a run, incase you were wondering. Although I bet you didn’t even bother checking if I was still in my room.
PS – I don’t appreciate you sneaking out on me like that last night.
Hermione bit her lip to keep from laughing aloud and walked to the oven and opened it. The scent of cinnamon hit her full force. She pulled out the casserole dish and smiled. French Toast Casserole. She cut a large piece and placed in on her plate. The smell made her mouth water. It looked delicious. She also poured herself a cup of tea and brought her tray to the breakfast nook next to the large windows overlooking the lake. She took a bite of the French toast and could have died. If Draco Malfoy had asked her to marry him right then and there she would have said yes. A million times, yes. He could not be that perfect.
The back door opened and Hermione looked up. Draco walked in, shirtless and glistening with sweat. Her fork with her next bite of French toast remained suspended in midair, inches from her lips. He was that perfect.
Draco turned around and looked surprised. “You’re still here.” He checked his watch. “I figured you’d be at work by now.”
Hermione stared blankly at Draco. “What?”
Draco began to stretch. “How’s the French toast?”
Hermione shook her head. “I didn’t know you could cook.”
Draco laughed. “Yeah, don’t tell anyone. It’s kind of a passion of mine. I don’t really have time for it, though.” Draco began stretching his other leg. “Do you like it?”
Draco cocked an eyebrow.
Hermione cleared her throat. “It’s amazing.” To keep from saying anything to embarrass her further, she began shoveling French toast into her mouth.
“Woah,” Draco laughed. “Slow down. It’s not going anywhere.”
“I’m gonna be late,” Hermione said thickly, trying to speak through the food in her mouth. She quickly chewed. She couldn’t get over how delicious it was.
“I’m going to go shower before Teddy wakes up,” Draco said, running his fingers through his hair. “I’ll see you later tonight, right?”
Hermione wiped her mouth with the napkin that Draco had left on her tray. “Depends. What are you making for dinner?”
Draco smirked. “What do you have a craving for?”
Hermione bit her lip and ran her eyes down his chest once more. “Steak.”
Draco laughed. “I’m pretty sure the last time we had steak together, you got drunk and molested me.”
Hermione stood up with the tray, bringing it to the sink. “Shut up.”
Draco laughed again, shaking his head. “Trust me, I’m not complaining.” Hermione watched as he walked out of the kitchen. “Have a good day at work sweetheart!” he called out behind him.
Draco stepped out of the shower. He wrapped a towel around his waist and stepped into his bedroom. Teddy was sitting on his bed, his little legs dangling back and forth.
Draco smiled. “Hey big guy,” Draco said, walking past Teddy and ruffling his hair. He walked into the closet and got dressed.
“Malfoy, what are we going to do today?” Teddy asked.
“Well,” Draco began, walking out of the closet again. “First we’ll get some food in us. I made French toast. How does that sound?”
“It’s my favorite!”
Draco smiled. He walked up to his dresser and put on his watch. “Great. And then we can do whatever you’d like.”
“I want to play quidditch,” Teddy said.
“Then quidditch we shall play, kid.”
Teddy took a deep breath. Draco looked back at him, expecting him to say something. It was obvious Teddy became shy.
“What is it, Teddy?” Draco asked, crouching down in front of him.
“I don’t have my broomstick.”
Realization dawned on Draco’s face. “Of course. You have a special broomstick.”
“Yeah. I can’t ride the big ones. I’m too small!”
“Then we have to go to Diagon Alley.”
Teddy looked shocked. “But that’s only for special times!”
Draco laughed. He stood up and helped Teddy off of the bed. “This is a special time. We can’t play quidditch without a broom for you, right?”
“So we have to go get one. And we can get some ice cream too. How does that sound?”
“Yeah!” Teddy exclaimed.
Draco grabbed Teddy’s hand and headed downstairs to have some breakfast.
Diagon Alley was pretty deserted that morning. Mondays were not good days for business it seemed. Draco and Teddy headed straight to Quality Quidditch Supplies to pick up a child-sized broomstick. Draco was just as excited as Teddy was to play a game together. He had a feeling that today would be a very good day.
They stepped into the shop, and Teddy automatically let go of Draco’s hand, running to the side of the store that held the broomsticks. Draco leisurely followed, browsing the different quidditch trunks along the walls.
“Mornin’!” a voice called out from the back of the shop.
Draco looked up and nodded his head. “Good morning.”
“Can I help you with something?” An older man came up to the counter. He had lines around his eyes and mouth that scrunched together when he smiled at Draco.
Draco looked at Teddy and back to the shopkeeper. “I need a child’s broomstick.”
“Any series in particular?” he asked, walking around the counter and toward the side of the store where Teddy was gingerly touching the wood on each stick.
“The best you have,” Draco said.
The shopkeeper walked to the far end of the wall and picked up a miniature broomstick. He held it up for Draco to get a closer look at. “Nimbus has recently come out with a new line of children’s broomsticks. They come in different colors.”
Draco looked down at Teddy who was fidgeting with excitement. “Are they safe?”
“Your boy will be the safest boy on a broomstick in all of the United Kingdom.”
Draco turned the broomstick over in his hands. “What are the statistics?”
The shopkeeper looked at ease, sensing a sale. “They don’t fly higher than five feet in the air, lowest turbulence in any brand available, the seating is wider and more secure in the new Nimbus line. I guarantee, sir, that your boy will be just fine with this broomstick.”
“What colors does it come in?” Draco asked, handing back the brown stick. The shopkeeper took it and put it back against the wall.
“Blue and bronze, green and silver, red and gold, and yellow and black.”
Draco laughed. “Hogwarts house colors. Very clever.”
“I’m guessing you’d want your boy to have the same house you were in?” he asked expectantly.
Draco smirked and shook his head. Slytherin colors? He could only imagine Harry’s reaction to his godson coming home with a green and silver broomstick. He lifted Teddy up into his arms. “What do you want Teddy? Gryffindor, Slytherin, Hufflepuff, or Ravenclaw?”
Draco almost choked on his spit. “Really? Of all the houses?”
Draco sighed. He turned to the shopkeeper. “You heard the kid. We’ll take a Hufflepuff.”
The shopkeeper grabbed a black and yellow broomstick and began wrapping it up. He laughed. “I take it you weren’t a Hufflepuff?”
“Farthest thing from it. I was a Slytherin.”
The shopkeeper grinned. “Well, I hope you enjoy it laddy,” he said, handing the small package to Teddy. Teddy grabbed it and smiled back.
Draco grabbed his wallet with his free hand and paid the shopkeeper, bidding him a good day before leaving the store.
Draco put Teddy down on his feet once they were outside. “Ice cream?” Draco asked, looking at Teddy expectantly.
Teddy looked up and nodded. They began walking toward Florean Fortescue’s Ice Cream Parlour together. The entered the shop and Draco smiled when the scent of sweet cream hit his nose.
“Chocolate and raspberry please!” Teddy said, climbing onto the chair with his new broomstick.
Draco laughed. “You really know what you like, don’t you Teddy bear?”
“Good morning!” A young woman walked up to the counter and smiled at Draco. Florean Fortescue’s daughter. Draco recognized her from their Hogwarts days.
“Good morning. Can I get a chocolate and raspberry cone, please. And I’ll take a chocolate dipped mint cone.”
“You seem to really know what you like as well,” she said, smiling. “Like father like son, I suppose.”
“Er…he’s not mine.” Draco looked at Teddy. The brown hair and brown eyes on the small freckled boy looked nothing like Draco’s fair skin and hair.
“Oh,” the woman said, looking embarrassed. “I’m sorry. I just assumed.”
Draco smiled kindly. “It’s fine. You’re not the first one to think that.”
Draco paid for the ice creams and walked over to the small table that Teddy was waiting at. He gave Teddy the cone and sat down on the opposite chair. They began eating in silence for a few moments.
Draco looked at Teddy expectantly. “Yes?”
“Thank you for my stuff today.”
Draco smiled. “You’re welcome, kid. Are you excited for quidditch now?”
Teddy nodded. “Uncle Ron taught me to play. He’s a quidditch player.”
“So I’ve heard.” Draco cleared his throat. “Teddy…”
Teddy looked up from his cone. His entire mouth was covered in chocolate. Draco leaned over and wiped his mouth with a napkin.
“What happened between Aunt Hermione and Uncle Ron the other day?”
Teddy frowned. He shrugged. “He was yelling a lot and he made auntie Mione mad.”
“Did she cry?”
Teddy shook his head and took another lick of his ice cream. “No. Auntie Mione doesn’t cry.”
Draco smirked. “Right. I forgot.”
“Malfoy…can you take me to buy Auntie Mione a present?”
Draco looked surprised. “Of course. But for what?”
“Her birthday is coming up. I remember cuz Auntie Ginny was telling Uncle Harry before they left.”
Draco’s heart dropped. “The nineteenth,” he muttered. “Saturday.”
“Yes!” Teddy said, licking his ice cream again. “I found some knuts in the couch and I saved them.” He reached his sticky hand into his pants pocket and pulled out three knuts and some lint.
Draco bit the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing. “Alright, buddy. We’ll get her something nice.”
“I want to get her a diamond necklace!”
“A diamond necklace? Alright…” Draco looked again at the three knuts on the table in front of Teddy.
They both finished their ice cream and Draco pulled out his wand to clean Teddy’s hands. Teddy grabbed the money he left on the table and off they went to the jewelry shop. When they walked in, both boys were immediately attracted to a sapphire pendant in the center of the store. It was twinkling like a star in the glass case.
“This is it!” Teddy said, standing on his toes.
“Indeed it is,” Draco murmured. “Excuse me!”
Someone came forward expectantly. “Yes? How can I help you?”
“I want this necklace.”
The woman pulled out the necklace from the casing and handed it to Draco to take a closer look. It was perfect. It was simple yet gorgeous. It was Hermione.
“How much is it?” Teddy asked. “I have three knuts.” Teddy held out his money in his little hand.
The woman laughed sweetly. Draco checked the price tag. 350 galleons. “I think you’re in luck, Teddy Bear. It’s exactly three knuts.”
They walked to the counter and Teddy stood on his toes to place the three knuts on the counter top. The woman smiled and rang up the necklace. She wrote the price down for Draco and slid it to him. “That will be three knuts, please,” she said. Draco discreetly handed her the money. She wrapped up the necklace and gave it to Draco. “Thank you so much. Have a wonderful day.”
Draco smiled. “You too.” He put the package in his pocket, grabbed Teddy’s hand, and walked out of the store and right into Astoria Greengrass.
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