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[Well, by now you know what I usually write here. I don't own anything other than the plot and a few original characters. Everything else belogns to JK Rowling. Enjoy!]





 

We woke up early so that we would be able to get ready before we were being picked up. By who, I had no idea.

I had finished packing the day before, so I really didn't have much to do, I sat around talking to mum and dad, telling them about the fact that I was going to Greece, they were excited about that and hoped that I would have a good time. When I told them about the upcoming party at the Manor I couldn't quite keep the terrified tone out of my voice, but I doubt that they even noticed. I had even dreamt about going to the Manor, it had of course been a nightmare. Bellatrix had been hiding behind the corner, ready to attack me again. I shivered as I thought back on the dream.

“Hermione, are you ready? They'll be here any second now.” Draco walked up behind me as I sat on one of the chairs in the kitchen and kissed my cheek. I was brought back to reality.

“Who'll be here any second? Who's gonna be picking us up?” I glanced up to him as he grinned.

“Why, who do you think?”

I furrowed my eyebrows, how the heck would I know?

“Eh..?”

“Mother and father, of course.” He had to be joking, he just had to. There were no way in hell that Lucius and Narcissa would come to pick us up in this Muggle place. “They wished to meet your parents.” He shrugged as if it was the most natural thing in the world, yet I just kept staring at him.

“You're serious.” I stated after a while, to which he nodded and kept grinning. “You couldn't have told me this earlier?” He chuckled and shook his head.

“I would have, if I had known that the look on your face would be priceless. You really should see yourself.”

I couldn't see the humour in it so I groaned and went to tell my parents that Draco's parents wanted to meet them, their reaction wasn't what I had suspected.

“Lovely! When do you reckon they'll come? Do you think they'll want some coffee?” My mum was smiling widely and I stared at her, was I really the only one who was nervous about them coming here? It seemed so.









“Would you relax?” Draco's amused voice said for the thousand time from somewhere behind me and I swirled around, making my hair dance around my face.

“No, I wont relax. I was already nervous and now it's only worse! Not only am I going to the Manor, but first your parents are gonna meet mine? That will be a lovely moment wont it? Since Lucius will be so pleasant.” I took a breath to calm down. “Sorry. I'm just so nervous.”

“Are you nervous about the Manor?” He walked to stand next to me by the door, where I was waiting for Lucius and Narcissa. I sighed sadly as I nodded. Oh, how I hated feeling weak. “I suspected that you would be. But, just know that no one is going to hurt you there, okay? No one.”

He looked at me with a intense pair of eyes, and I nodded, knowing that he was probably right, but then I furrowed my eyebrows.

“Pansy will.”

“If she as much as touch you I'll kick her out.” Draco said protectively and I let my lip curve up in a small smile. “And for my father being pleasant, well... My mother will be coming a long, and I think that she can make sure that he is nice enough.”

I knew he was right about Narcissa being able to tell Lucius to act nice, so I took comfort in that and walked up to Draco, placed my hands on his chest and reached up to kiss him. He seemed delighted. “You're good at calming me down, you know.” I mumbled as I studied his face. In the light by the door you could see the scar on his face from Lucius cane perfectly, I had totally forgotten that I had promised to make it go away. I turned around as I heard a knock on the door, but then I looked back at Draco and he raised one of his eyebrows as if saying 'what are you waiting for?'

I cleared my voice and swallowed hard as I took the two steps that were needed to reach the door and then I slowly opened it.

 

Lucius Malfoy stood, completely dressed in black and with his cane in his hand while looking down his nose, next to his wife. Narcissa Malfoy was dressed in light blue robes that made her look so much paler, and while her husbands hair was pulled back, hers hung in soft curls down her shoulders. Unlike Lucius' arrogant features, Narcissa smiled kindly as she looked from her son to me and then back at her son, who made his way to hug her. My eyes locked on Lucius grey ones and he gave me a short nod as if to greet me and I nodded back with a small smile, politeness had never killed anyone, had it?

“Mr and Mrs Malfoy,” I began but was interrupted by Narcissa as soon as I had started to talk.

“Please, do call us by our first names, Hermione. 'Mrs' makes me feel so terribly old.”

It was obvious that Lucius wanted to object to that, but after a very long and pointed look from Narcissa, he nodded his agreement. I fought a smirk when I saw how much Lucius would do as Narcissa said, instead I just looked at him, and raised my eyebrow.

“Well then, Narcissa and,” I looked at the older of the Malfoy men, “Lucius, do come in.”

Narcissa smiled as she looked around in our home, to whereas Lucius looked around and snorted. He received a small glare from his wife which made him roll his eyes.

“Mum, dad!” I called over my shoulder. “Draco's parents are here!” It didn't take long for them to join us, standing on either side of me.

“Hello, I'm Allison.” said mum happily as she held out her hand for Narcissa to shake and she took it immediately.

“I'm Narcissa, it's a pleasure to meet you, Allison. This is my husband Lucius.”

Narcissa let mums hand go so that Lucius could shake it as well, slowly and without blinking he did so. He received another pointed look from his wife and I suspected that he sighed inwardly.

“Pleasure.” He drawled in a very arrogant tone before letting go of her hand. They proceeded to greet my dad. Draco didn't seem too amused by how his father looked down at my parents, but I hadn't expected anything less, he was after all Lucius Malfoy. Draco kept sending small glares at his father and I was quite entertained by that.

 

We moved in to the living room and sat down on the two couches, Lucius sat on the edge on his seat as if he were afraid that he would get dirty, I couldn't help but to glare at him. It wasn't that I didn't want to get along with him, but even I had a limit of what I thought was acceptable from him. He caught me glaring at him, and met my eyes with a cold stare but I wasn't backing down, I gave him a similar look as the one his wife had given him moments ago and he looked thoroughly annoyed with me as he looked down on the couch and then back up at me.

'Scared of the furniture, Malfoy?' I mouthed and he gave a small snort before he seated himself more comfortably. I hid the smile from him and looked up as Draco seated himself between us, totally oblivious to what had just happened.

“You know what that is, father?” Draco said while pointing towards the television. Lucius turned his head towards his son with a 'are you completely out of your mind'- kind of look. Draco just grinned at his father. “It's a TV...”

“Draco, do I look like I care? And do I even need to know?” Lucius said with a sigh, probably wishing that he could just go home.

“Yeah, because I want one.” It was no question about it in his tone, it was as if he demanded it, leaving Lucius no chance to have a say in it. Without looking at his father, Draco reached for the remote control and pressed the on button. I sat observing Lucius as his eyes widened more and more as he looked at the TV. He didn't say anything though, just stared at it, as Draco began to explain how it worked. I shook my head while smiling.

“Hermione, Draco never did tell me if you were up to trying on dresses today?” Narcissa smiled at me as I nodded.

“I am, I just hope they aren't all that expensive...” I blushed as I looked down, I wasn't poor – but I knew that in comparison to them, I was.

“Don't worry, I was promised two dresses by the designer, for free, if I invited her to the party.” Narcissas eyes twinkled as she smiled. “Being a Malfoy comes with benefits at times.”

“You.. You mean I'll get a dress for free?” I stared at her when she nodded and shook my head happily. “But, why would you do that? Give me a dress I mean.” I briefly noticed that mum and dad stared at us.

“Because I need to make sure that you look a thousand times better than Miss Parkinson.” She looked disgusted as she said it. Apparently she disliked talking about her just as much as her son. “I have an eye for dresses, just ask your friend Amber, I helped her pick out her dress yesterday, lovely girl, isn't she?”

“Amber?” I raised my eyebrows. “Amber Lambetti? Blaises girlfriend?”

“Yes...?” Narcissa looked puzzled to why I would be asking that. “She is Blaises date for the New Years party, didn't you know that?” She moved her hand up to remove some of her hair out of her face.

“No, I didn't even know that Blaise was coming. Draco hasn't told me much about the party at all, to be honest.” We both turned to look at him, and he looked away from Lucius as he felt our eyes on him.

“What'd I do?” he swallowed hard, as he glanced from me to his mother.

I sighed as I began to talk to him about the party, and Blaise. While I did so, Narcissa turned to talk to my parents, and Lucius sat there; looking lost and annoyed, and more arrogant than ever.







 
Mum and Narcissa talked non-stop for at least forty minutes about everything they could possibly think of, mostly about me and Draco, though.

“Narcissa.” Said Lucius suddenly, making us all jump, he had been quiet since Draco had spoken to him last. I was very grateful that he spoke, I was getting bored out of my mind. “I think it's time we went, if you'll have time to try on all those lovely dresses.”

“I guess you're right.” Narcissa replied after she had glanced down at her watch. “We should get going.” She stood up and we all followed her lead. “It was a pleasure to meet you, Allison, we just have to do this again sometime.”

“I quite agree with you, maybe we could meet when the kids are home for Easter?”

They began to discuss that, and both me, Draco and Lucius rolled our eyes.

“Kids?” snorted Draco.

I held back a laugh as I placed a hand on my mums shoulder. “Mum? I might not be home for Easter, you know. I think we, as in me, Draco, Blaise and Amber, might wanna spend as much time with each other as possible. Keeping in mind that three of us will be graduating in June.”

“Oh, naturally. But that doesn't mean that Narcissa and I can't socialize anyways, does it?”

“You are so right, Allison. I'll send you an owl closer to Easter and we can discuss this more then. Oh, and Jeff...” She turned to my dad. “Pleasure to meet you too.”

“Uh, you too.” He smiled a bit towards her, but quickly stopped as Lucius sent him a cold glare. Instead he pulled mum closer to him, as if saying that he was in no way flirting with Narcissa.

I hugged my parents goodbye before I took my trunk and walked out to stand beside Lucius, both of us looking in different directions, we waited for Draco to be done saying his goodbye to my parents.

 

Narcissa came and joined us, and Draco followed right after her.

I took a long look at my mum and dad, standing in the door, smiling at us as we were about to do a Side-along Apparation.

“Miss Granger, you'll go with Draco, since I reckon that you don't remember the location?” I nodded at Lucius words and walked to take Draco's hand, and waited for the unpleasant feeling that I knew would come.

“Would it have killed you to be nice against her family? You're such a...” And then I couldn't hear the rest of Narcissas sentence as I felt a tug and then I felt as if I couldn't breathe, as it felt as if I was being pressed through something that was way too small for me. Just as I thought as I was going to suffocate, then I felt solid ground underneath my feet and took a deep breath.

As always after an Apparation, I felt incredibly dizzy. I felt as if I was on the verge of fainting, but then Dracos voice made me focus.

“You okay?” He asked and stroke my hand with his thumb as if to calm me down. I nodded and he motioned towards the Manor. “Welcome to Malfoy Manor.”

I looked around as he said it, we were just inside the gates, and had the Manor right in front of us. It was enormous, white and, maybe it was the daylight that made it look nicer, but I found the Manor looking absolutely gorgeous and not nearly as intimidating as it had done the last time I had been there. As we began to walk towards the entrance of the building, every step brought a flashback from the night so long ago. 

The intense pain I had been put through, Bellatrix face as she took pleasure from the way I hurt, the panic I felt as I was inches from death, when all I could think about- besides the pain- was to not let them know anything, I had to keep the secrets in order to keep Harry and Ron alive. To keep us all alive. I remembered Dracos eyes as he looked at me...


“Welcome back to the Malfoy Manor.” I corrected him in a whisper, low enough for him not to hear, but loud enough to send a shiver down my spine.

“Miss Granger, are you quite okay? You look a bit pale.”said Lucius as he opened the front door, and awaited the rest of us, he had the nerve to smirk. He knew very well that I was anything but okay.

“I'm just fine, thanks for asking, though.” I replied sourly before I looked up at Draco and whispered. “I'm not fine at all.”

Narcissa walked inside and Lucius urged us on, but Draco could sense my hesitation and told his father to leave us alone for a few seconds, and as the door closed in front of us, he turned to face me. His hand reached for my chin and he tilted my head up to look at him.

“Woah, you look terrified.” I felt terrified too, so I wasn't surprised by his statement. “Just remember, Hermione, that nothing is going to harm you, okay? The past can't hurt you any more.”

Looking in his eyes I saw a silent plea, a plea of acceptance. Did he think that I was having seconds thought about him, because I didn't feel safe being back? I nodded slowly and he continued to stroke my hand.

“Ready?” He asked and with a small nod from me, we started walking. I tried really hard to ignore the flashbacks that came, as I suddenly felt his hand lose contact with mine, and I looked up, feeling terribly alone. I found that he was holding the door open for me, waiting for me to step inside.

I swallowed my fear of the past and told myself to get a grip.

You're a Gryffindor, I said to myself, aren't you supposed to be brave?

Hesitantly but with my head held high, I walked inside and looked around. I was met by old portraits of the Malfoy family, each with the same grey eyes which looked at me curiously. I was very glad that they weren't anything like Mrs Blacks portrait.

They kept quiet, most of them, a whisper here and there but nothing more.

“Yes, I overheard Lucius talk about her, “ A portrait whispered, “A Mudblood has stolen the heart of a Malfoy...” He shook his head in his frame. The portrait he had been talking to stole a quick glance at me before whispering.

“Did you happen to overhear the Mudbloods name?” I put my hand on my hip and glared at them.

“I'm standing right here you know. I do wish you'd call me Hermione, and not Mudblood. It's starting to get old.”

I tried to sound somewhat friendly towards them, knowing full and well that they would tell Lucius about this the moment they saw him. Draco chuckled from behind me.

“They haven't been this quite in years.”

I gave him a small smile before he urged me to walk further in to his home. The last time I had been there, I had been too afraid to really pay much attention to how the place looked, I just remembered that it had been dark, and scary. But as I looked around, I found that it was extraordinarily beautiful, it was really something different from last time.

It was light and open, with a really gorgeous tone of white on the walls and flowers placed carefully around the house to make it look more welcoming. I peaked in to a room, which seemed to have more than a thousand books in it, but decided to check that room out later, as Draco walked straight ahead. I knew it would be best if I followed him.

“Have you redecorated?” I asked casually as we walked in to a just as warm and open room, it was a bit darker in terms of colour, but it was still very clean and fresh. I would never could have guessed that Lucius would have lived in such a place. Nothing about it gave a hint that a Deatheater lived there. Former Deatheater... I corrected myself and sighed as I could hear Harry and Ron's voices in my head. 'There's no such thing as a former Deatheater, 'Mione!'

I almost rolled my eyes, but then I briefly got a flashback of the room we were standing in, only then it had been dark walls, dim light and long, dark green curtains...

“We have. Mother likes change, and honestly; all the dark colours were depressing.”

I looked around in the room, seeing the high ceiling, and then scanned the room and my eyes fell up on a large fireplace.

Why did I recognize that fireplace...? It hit me suddenly and I remembered it as if it had been just yesterday.

 

I was pressed down on a chair forcefully and just as I understood what was happening, I felt a pain unlike anything I had ever felt before and I screamed. Louder than I had ever screamed before, I screamed until I felt the burning sensation in my lungs and I found it hard to breathe. As I writhed under the agonizing curse, my head fell back and for a second, the pain seemed to be gone as my eyes met his, Draco's eyes were intense and never left mine, I saw a clear pain in them, and I kept eye contact as I let out a hoarse scream as I was hit with the Cruciatus Curse once more. All I saw in that moment was Draco, standing by the fireplace...

 

 

“By the fireplace...” I mumbled as I walked further in to the room, yes it had been redecorated but it was no doubt that it was the drawing room in which I had been tortured. “You were standing by that fireplace.” I whispered as I pointed towards it.

“Yes” he said sadly and walked in ahead of me, his calmness really rubbed off on me. I wasn't freaked out and the as the past flashed through my mind, I ignored it.

I glanced up at the ceiling, the chandelier hung there as if it had never fallen, as if it had never broken.

That must have been easy to fix, it had just been another broken object; broken people were harder to fix.

“Would either of you care for something to drink?”

I let out a terrified shriek as Lucius snuck up on us and as I turned around to face him. I saw that he wore a quite shocked expression on his usually expressionless face, but only for a second, then he relaxed and almost smiled.

“I didn't mean to startle you,” he said before he glanced over my shoulder, “You should show her around the Manor. I'm sure that she is eager to see your room. Both of your things were brought up there, since I assume that you'll be sleeping in the same room?”

His tone suggested that we might be doing something other than sleeping, and I blushed immediately. What was it with everybody and their way of thinking that we were having sex?

“Naturally. Thank you, father.” Draco's tone was dismissive, making Lucius take the hint and turn to leave. I stopped him before he got very far.

“Actually,” I said, “You wouldn't happen to have some pumpkin juice, would you?”

Lucius sighed with a half smile on his lips. “Come with me, Miss Granger.” He began to walk again, out of the room, and I hat to hurry to keep up with him. Damn, that man could walk fast. I could hear Draco follow behind us. Hermione, I corrected him in my head.

 

We walked in to a dining room, where I found that Narcissa was sitting. She was having ice cream and a glass of pumpkin juice in front of her. She looked really relaxed, seeing as she was barefoot, and had changed in to a sweater and a pair of warm trousers and she looked extremely happy.

“She'd like some pumpkin juice, Cissy, where do we have it?”

Narcissa pointed for Lucius who uttered a 'Oh', as it was right in front of him, he was even kind enough to pour me a glass of it and levitate it over to me, as I sat down at the table as Draco had done.

“Would you two like some ice cream?” said Narcissa happily as she gestured over the table and I noticed many different flavours and they all looked pretty damn delicious to me. I looked over at Draco, who looked like he was torn between going up to his room or to stay and have ice cream with his parents, and me.

“Oh, fine. Only if we have-”

“Pear ice cream. Of course we do.” Lucius rolled his eyes as Narcissa interrupted Draco mid sentence, then he came and joined us at the table, next to his wife. I served myself some vanilla ice cream, the only flavour that I felt in the mood for, even though there were at least ten different ones.

“Strawberries, mother? Do we have any? Hermione love strawberries to her ice cream.”

His mother smiled as if she knew something we didn't, and then, with a flick of her wand; she levitated some strawberries over to the table.

I put three large ones on my plate and looked up to see Lucius lean back in his chair, with a plate of ice cream in his left hand, only strawberry flavoured I noticed. I had never before seen him look so relaxed, and it looked so natural for him to be relaxed. He looked human, and that was scary.

My ice cream tasted better than anything I had ever tasted, even better than the ice cream they had at Hogwarts, and that ice cream is bloody delicious.

I took another spoonful and put in my mouth, and sighed heavily as pain shot through my head, making me close my eyes. Damn, why does this always happen to me? I never learn to take it easier, do I? I thought, annoyed as hell. I just wanted to eat it.

“Oh, Hermione...” Chuckled Draco, followed by a feminine laugh and a deep, masculine chuckle as well. I looked up to see Lucius chuckling opposite of me. I could hardly see through my shock, as Narcissa handed me a glass of water, and I remembered that she often got the same kind of pain. It made sense why they were all laughing at me then, and I found myself smiling as well.







After almost twenty minutes of sitting there, listening to the Malfoys talk to each other like any other family would, I couldn't help but to feel as if I didn't quite fit in. Draco had adjusted so good to my family and their way of living, and I wondered if it had been just as hard for him, the first day.

Suddenly I felt a hand take mine underneath the table and I looked up to see Draco smiling at me.

“Something wrong?” he asked softly and squeezed my hand as I shook my head.

“No, nothings wrong.” I returned his smile, determine to try my hardest to make the situation better, even if it meant that I had to act very nice towards Lucius. I looked at him as he sat there in his home, looking very casual and... almost friendly.

“When is the designer of the dresses coming, Cissy?” he asked and she looked at her watch and smiled excitedly.

“In about ten minutes.” She said happily and glanced over at me, somehow I got the feeling that I weren't looking as happy as she had suspected, so I smiled shyly and she shook her head, while still smiling. “You two should go upstairs and unpack a bit, but Hermione, would you meet me in the room furthest down the hallway to the left, upstairs, in about ten minutes or so?”

“Certainly, I'll be there,” I replied politely and stood up to go with Draco up to his room. “Thanks for the ice cream.” I added with a smile before Draco literally dragged me with him. “What's the hurry, Draco?”

“Well, seeing as we only have ten minutes until you're going to try on a bunch of dresses, I thought we'd make the most of the time we had.”

“Just how many are a 'bunch'?” I asked, knowing that there was a part of me that would hate trying out dresses, and the girly part of me, that was hidden somewhere inside. would go all giddy. He ignored my question as he pointed in to the room with the many books in it.

“Library, which you might have guessed, it isn't as small as is looks,” he said and I gaped, the room looked huge from where I was standing, “We'll go in there some time later. For now, let's go up to my room.”

He swallowed hard and scratched his head, something that reminded me of Blaise; he always did that when he was nervous or uncomfortable.

I was eager to see Draco's room, I had seen it many times in my imagination and wondered if it would be anything like how I had imagined it.

 

We stood outside a huge, dark wooden door as Draco turned to face me, giving me the same look as I had given him as we had entered my room back home. The 'If you laugh, you're dead'- look.

I simply looked back at him, highly amused, as he opened the door and let me in.

To say that I was surprised was a understatement, I was close to shocked, actually. My mouth hung open as I scanned the room. It was huge. I would have never imagined his room like this, it was bitg with large windows that provided much light in to the room, a large bed dominated the room but there was also a desk there, and a walk-in closet He had many books in his room, so I figured that he actually was a big fan of reading, even if he wouldn't admit it to anyone. It was clear that even though Narcissa had decorated his room, he had had a say in it. There were white walls, just as in the rest of the Manor, but he had some green things here and there that made it personal and warm. It added that little extra something to the room which was needed. I absolutely loved it.

“I love it, Draco. It's gorgeous,” I breathed as he gently put his hands on my shoulders and made me walk further in to the room.

“Oh, I know,” He said with a fake nonchalant tone which made me roll my eyes. “Your trunk is over there. But, I suppose you wont be unpacking seeing as we'll be leaving tomorrow?”

“Right! Oh, I had almost forgotten about that. We'll have so much fun.” I couldn't stop the huge smile which played on my lips. He just chuckled softly at my excitement before he went back to get the guitar I got him the day before and brought it back with him to the bed.

“You wont come with me when I try on dresses?” I asked as he began to play a bit on it, he let out a laugh which simply said 'Oh, what a joke!'

“Oh, I'll never, ever, ever be near my mother when she tries on dresses again. It takes forever, and it's utterly boring. The last time I was with her, ended up being a four hour mission and I walked away with a pair of very sore feet and my back was killing me.” He faked a shiver as he spoke. “Nah, I'll just stay here and play a bit.”

I couldn't help but to smile at him, before I stood up and said that I'd better be going but as soon as I had turned to walk; his hand caught mine and pulled me back towards him. “Don't I get a kiss before you go?” he mumbled before he pulled me down with him on the bed, and he rolled us over so that he was on top and then he teased my lips with his, making me go all dizzy. As I pressed my lips against his; I could feel his smirk as he kissed back, before he let me go and I was able to get up out of bed. I gave him another kiss, a quick one, before I turned and walked out of his bedroom.

 












 

 

I was right on time as I walked in to the room that Narcissa had told me to meet her in, she was already there, and the designer arrived just after me.

Draco had been so right, I had never before seen so many dresses to try on. I just really hoped that they were not all for me. There must have been at least fifty dresses in all sorts of colours.

“Uh...” I said as I made my way over to Narcissa. “This is a lot of dresses...”

“Yes, dear. The ones for you are on the right side and the ones for me are on the left side. Mrs Deluca will be leaving us alone as we try them on, so that we'll have some privacy.” With that said, Mrs Deluca, the designer, and the co-owner of the world famous 'Deluca Clothing' which her and her husband had started together, simply nodded and walked out of the room, her long black hair was the last thing I saw as she closed the door behind her. “So, we're alone now. Want to start trying on dresses?” Narcissa winked and handed me the first dress and urged me on.

With a deep sign, I understood that it would be a very long day.








After I had been looking for the right dress for long over three hours, I began to give up all hope. But then again, there were only ten dresses left. I sighed as I reached for something that looked like a black dress, might have been dark blue, at the moment I didn't care.

I hurried as I changed in to it, then I looked in the reflection. It was a short, strapless, more modern take on a traditional ball gown, which was more than flattering as it hugged my body, making every curve show, I must admit that I looked kind of sexy. But it was way too short, and way too out there. It just wasn't me.

The next dress was a dark red, full length dress that wrapped itself around me perfectly, but it did not look like something someone my age would wear to a New Years party, especially since it was held in a house where every person of the family had been a Slytherin; and red was the colour of Gryffindor. No, this was not the dress. However, when I came out of the dressing room, I saw Narcissa standing in the same kind of dress, only it was in a dark green colour and with sparkling diamonds in subtle patterns across the chest.

“Wow, you look beautiful, Narcissa!”

She smiled happily and looked down at her dress. “I think this is the dress for me this year. I really do. What about you, Hermione? Found one yet?”

“No...” I sighed as I looked over at the two remaining dresses and chose the blue one to try on. “I'll be back in a sec.”

I slowly pulled it up my body as I thought back on yesterday, I had said 'I love you' to a sleeping person but I was too afraid to do it when he was awake. I feared that he wouldn't say it back, it must be pathetic of me, but that's how I felt. A part of me had hoped that he would have been awake, that he would have heard me. But no, no such luck.

“How's the dress? You need the silver one that's left out here, or is it good?” She called from outside making me remember where I was, and what I was doing. I looked up and I couldn't do anything other than to stare at myself.

“I... I think this one's the one.” I replied.

It was an absolutely stunning dark blue dress, which reached me to just above the knees, a sateen halted gown, a cocktail dress with gathered bust and waist, and with a full swing skirt. It reminded me of an old 1950's dress and I fell in love with it the moment I laid eyes on it.

“Oh, let me see it, then!” laughed Narcissa and I hurried out to show her it, being very careful not to break it while I did it. “Oh dear Merlin.” Gasped Narcissa excitedly. “It's the one. It really is, wow, it's stunning!”

“Really? I thought so too.”

“Swirl around.” She said and I did so, making her nod approvingly. “You'll look so much better than Pansy. Will you be wearing that necklace?” She asked suddenly.

“Yes, I will. It's a gift from Draco.” I replied. “I got it for Christmas.”

“It looks very expensive, he must really love you then, huh?” She winked and smiled as she sat down on a couch that was in the room and motioned for me to do the same. I wondered how much I could talk to her about it, and decided to be perfectly honest.

“I hope so, but he hasn't told me that he does. So I wouldn't know.” My voice sounded rather sad and she caught that.

“Oh.” She said before she seated herself more comfortably and looked at me, still smiling. “Lucius was the same, but I can see it in Draco's eyes, Hermione, just like I saw it in Lucius eyes when we were your age. He's in love with you, more than he has ever been with any girl. I can also see that you are completely in love with him, I wonder... Have you told him that you love him?”

Her question caught me off guard but I recovered quickly.

“Yes... But he was asleep.” Narcissas laugh was to be heard within the room as I answered her.

“I see so much of myself in you,” she said after a while, “and I know that Draco loves you, he wont wait much longer, I reckon. I mean, he has given you a necklace that says 'Always', now would he really do that if he didn't love you?”

“But he said to Pansy that he loved her and he says that he he didn't mean it when he said it to her...” I said, unsure if that was something that was safe to talk about.

“I know, and I really regret pushing him in to that relationship. I should have just stayed out of it, we all should have. But we were stupid, and things turned out so terribly wrong. I suspect that he only told her that because that was what he was meant to do. Perhaps he's waiting just to be sure that he really means it this time.”

I nodded as she spoke.

“That was what he said, when I found the letter she had sent to him.”

“You two have talked this over?” She sounded slightly surprised, I simply nodded. “Oh, well. Anyway, he is very much in love with you, and if you just hang in there, you'll see. The words will come, it just takes him a little while longer to form the words. You should consider being the first one to say it. Maybe it'll be easier.”

“I already told him,” I said defensively and she shook her head while grinning.

“To say it to someone who's asleep doesn't count!”

I grimaced as I knew that she was right and she grinned even wider before I looked down on the dress that I was wearing, it really was gorgeous, and I hoped that Draco would think so too.

I chewed on my lower lip for a good five minutes before I looked back up at the older woman next to me.

“Do you really think so?” I asked and saw confusion in her eyes for a few seconds, before her features relaxed in to a soft smile.

“I do think he loves you,” she said and put her hand on mine as if to reassure me, “Now, we're done here. We found the perfect dresses and you should get back to Draco, shouldn't you? Big day tomorrow, with Greece and all. Did I understand right when Draco told me that he wanted you and him to be able to spend tomorrow there alone?”

“Yeah, we'd both like that.” I smiled kindly and we both got up and with a flick of Narcissas wand; we were both back in our normal clothes and the dresses laid on the couch. “Thanks,” I said as I recovered from the small shock I was in, “Well, I better be going then.”

“Ah yes, I have to have a small talk to Mrs Deluca about the dresses. Well then, thanks for these hours, Hermione. It was fun!”

I had to agree with her, I had had a lot of fun even though I had been slightly bored near the end. I was surprised when she pulled me in to a tight embrace, but awkwardly let my arms go around her and hugged her back.

When we broke apart I made my way back to Draco's room, meeting Mrs Deluca on the way there. She looked at me with a disgusted expression and I returned her stare with a glare.

“I suspect you found a dress, Miss?” She spoke in a unfriendly way and I stopped in my tracks to answer her.

“Indeed I did, but blimey, it wasn't easy.” I tried to stay in a friendly tone, but the mocking way she was looking at me made it nearly impossible.

“Might have been easier if I had brought the dresses in a larger size?” She smirked. She wasn't really old, not older than twenty-five, so when she had had the time to marry was a mystery to me.

“Excuse me?”

“Well, my cousin said that you weren't a size small but I didn't believe her. I mean, I have seen the pictures of you in the Prophet and you look much skinnier there. Gained weight?” She tilted her head as she continued to smirk. “Anyway, from here on I think I'll trust her.”

I was furious, yes I had gained weight, but I was still a size small and that little witch knew it. I wasn't going to show her that she had gotten to me, though. This was a battle I would make sure to win.

“Actually, yes, I have gained weight. I rather like my new body. If you're clothing line can't provide with clothes for all body types, then that is just your lost. Most woman have curves, and I think it's much more sexy. And who's your cousin, anyway?”

Anger flashed in her eyes, as she tried to calm herself down. “Not many people know this but my name before I got married was Violet Parkinson. Can you guess my cousin?”

“Pansy...” I stated with a small voice and her face became less angrier. “That explains a lot. Well, anyway, I should get back to my boyfriend, I guess I'll see you at the party, then? Since you're giving away dresses in order to get an invitation?”

I enjoyed to watch her face fall, it was very satisfying. Almost as satisfying as watching her flush in crimson and hang her head in shame. I didn't say anything more, I didn't need to. The war was on, Parkinson VS Granger. The first battle was won. 1-0 to me.

 





 

I knocked softly on the door before I walked in to Draco's room, he was lying on the bed looking as if I had woken him up. Was it really that late?

“Hi...” I said as I closed the door behind me.

“Merlin, what time is it?” mumbled Draco sleepily as he threw one of his t-shirts at me. “You can sleep in that, no need to go through your trunk for your PJ.”

I thanked him and started to change in to it, standing with my back towards him, but I could feel his stare on my body as I unclasped the bra and slid the t-shirt on. I walked towards the bed with only the t-shirt and my knickers on.

I laid down next to him, his bed was much more comfortable than mine back home. I cuddled up to him and inhaled his scent.

“Did you find a dress?” he asked after a while and I nodded enthusiastically.

“Yeah, a blue one. It is stunning!” I glanced up at him as I spoke, nervously I added; “Draco, do you know who Violet Deluca is?”

“I recognize it... That's the designer right?”

“It is...” I said slowly before I cleared my voice a bit. “Well, do you know who Violet Parkinson is?”

He looked at me with furrowed eyebrows for a few seconds before he made the connection. Then his eyes widened and he sat up in the bed.

“Is she still here?” He didn't wait for my reply as he pulled an shirt on but left it unbuttoned as he stormed towards his door. “Mother!” He called.

I looked down at the loss of clothes on my body, but swallowed my pride and ran after him.

He had already arrived at the door to the room in which I had been in just a few minutes ago.

“Draco, what are you doing?!” I hissed and tugged on his arm, I looked around to see if someone was coming. “Just drop it, let's go back to your room.”

“Not with that bitch in my house.” I blinked a few times as he knocked hard on the door. “Mother, open the door at once!”

The door flew open and he took two steps inside and saw Violet standing there and with a frown on her face she looked at how we were dressed, or rather how we were not dressed. Narcissa glanced between us and then at Violet.

“Mrs Deluca, am I right? That's your name now?” Draco drawled and she gave a nervous nod. “Violet Deluca... Or should I say Violet Parkinson, what the hell are you doing in my house?”

“Parkinson?” asked Narcissa and glared at the girl. “You're a Parkinson?”

Violet nodded and was about to explain herself but Narcissa held her hand up. “I'll pay for the dresses, then I want you out.

“But, Mrs Malfoy...”

“You heard her, Parki- I mean, Deluca. We'll pay, and then you leave. We don't want filth like you in our house,” Draco sneered at her, and I could see that he really hated her. I wondered about the reason for that, her being a Parkinson couldn't be the only reason.

“But Mudbloods are welcome?” She glared at me, but I showed no signs of being hurt by what she said and her face dropped again and accepted her defeat. “Fine. Fine, I'll leave. But don't think for one second that Pansy wont hear about this, Draco. For heavens sake, you know you should be with her and not with this. ” She gestured towards me, and Draco strode over to her and took a grip of her upper arm. She shrieked and struggled against him.

“Leave!” He snarled and pushed her towards the door. She managed to get out of his hold and with a shaky breath she spoke.

“I want my money and the dresses before I leave.” she looked at Draco as she spoke. “

Narcissa paid her, and then she took the dresses that we didn't want and left, but not before she had sent me another good glare.

2-0 to me.






 

[Long chapter! Hope you like it, I couldn't make it any longer, even if I'd like to. I'm not very fond of the ending, but yeah. And to clearify; They DID get the dresses! So; We got to meet Violet, what do you think of her? The Manor? The Malfoys? I really NEED to know what you think, so please review. And would you check out my other fic, Hiding behind Books? Its up now, and I'd love to hear what you think! - Cathyyy-]

 

 

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