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Who: Draco/Hermione What: A Fight (sort of) and making up Where:… - Boulevard of Broken Dreams
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Who: Draco/Hermione
What: A Fight (sort of) and making up
Where: Hekate's
When: One..evening.
Status: Complete



Draco made his way to the bar, needing a drink after his conversation with Blaise. He felt for him. He didn't know what he would do in his situation. He also had a great deal of sympathy for Padma as she seemed to be in the position to get hurt more if she didn't like what Blaise had to say.

Hermione slammed her books shut and sighed. She hated accounting and anything that had to do with numbers. Glancing at the clock, she realized it was just about time to head home. Rubbing tired eyes, she stood, packing her bags to drag home.

Entering the hotel lobby, she smiled at the gentlemen behind the counter. Passing the bar on her way to the lifts, she paused in her tracks. At the bar, she saw a familiar blonde head- but too close for comfort beside him was a petite redhead.

"Can I help you?" Draco asked the woman, a bit stunned to react right away. She merely smiled and ordered a drink, then whispered exactly what he could help her with in his ear.

Hermione stalked up to the bar, pausing behind the two. Arms folded, she cleared her throat. The woman pulled away slightly to look back at Hermione. "Yes?" she asked, a faint smile on her lips. Hermione raised an eyebrow as she looked from the woman to Draco and back again. "I'd appreciate you to take your hands off my boyfriend, thank you."

Draco raised an eyebrow at the possessive streak to come out of Hermione. He would have probably reacted the same way had someone been doing that to her. He sighed and removed the woman's arm, "It's not what you think."

The redhead chuckled. "I think I'll step out of this one," she said to Draco. She leaned over and said softly, "But think about my offer." Winking, she took her glass and moved further down the bar. "What did she want?" Hermione asked, glaring at the woman as she walked away.

He shook his head, "It's not important," he said as he stood. He decided to play it off, "So, how was your day?"

"Not important? Draco, the woman was all over you, and you're telling me it's not important?"

"It's not," he insisted. "I don't know who she was and I really have no intention of giving her what she wanted."

She raised an eyebrow. "It certainly looked like you two knew each other. But fine. If you don't want to tell me, then okay." Turning, she walked out of the bar.

He furrowed his brow and followed after her, "You think I knew her? Where would I have known her from?" he asked as he followed her into the waiting lift.

"How should I know? Your family, your connections, an old flame maybe?" Hermione pressed the button for their floor and leaned against the wall.

He shook his head, "I've never met her before. Hell, I didn't even catch her name when she came on to me, not that I would want it!" He frowned, "Do you not trust me to remain faithful to you?"

"I trust you, Draco, it's those other women I don't trust," she muttered, stalking out of the lift as the doors opened on their floor.

He huffed out a breath as he followed her and unlocked the door to the lift, "Why? They aren't a threat to you for my affection. No one is." He folded his arms over his chest after they entered the flat, "But you have to trust me not to do that to you."

"Because they're all sorts of things I'm not," she cried, dropping her bag and cursing as it broke. She dropped to her knees as she began collecting scattered parchment. "And I never know when you're going to get sick of me."

Draco sighed and bent to help her clean things up, "Hermione, if I wanted them I would be with them, wouldn't I?" he said softly. "As for getting sick of you, we've been living together for weeks now, and have I once complained about you being here? Have I said anything to make you think that I would rather be with them than with you?"

"I don't know, Draco," she said, much of her anger dissipating. "I'm just so bloody tired.." She took the parchment he held and hugged the stack to herself.

He frowned, "Tired of me?"

Her eyes widened as she looked over at him. "No! Of course not!"

He sighed and took the things from her hands and set it on the table beside the sofa and offered her a hand to stand, "You've been running yourself ragged, haven't you?"

"No, I most certainly have not." She took his hand and stood. A slight sway betrayed her words, and she sighed.

He sighed, "Hermione," he said as he led her over to the bed, and began helping her get undressed, "you are not to do anything tomorrow that requires work. In fact, to ensure that you don't, I'm confiscating you for the entire day. As for right now, you're to get into bed, I'll call up for dinner, and then you're to go to sleep."

"Draco, I can't," she said, trying to flap his hands away.

He wasn't to be pushed away, "Yes, you can." He sighed and cupped her face in his hands, "You can't run yourself down. You need to take some time and take care of yourself, and if you won't do it on your own accord, I'll make you," he said before he placed a soft kiss on her nose.

She scrunched up her nose as he kissed her. "You can't make me," she said, sounding rather like a five-year-old.

He smiled, "I most certainly can. I can strap you down in that bed and you won't move until I say it's okay. Which is an appealing thought on its own, but you need to rest ."

She gaped. "You wouldn't dare!" Her cheeks flushed at the thought.

He raised an eyebrow, "Want to try me?"

She shook her head and stepped out of her clothes, which Draco had managed to get unbuttoned, unzipped, and unclasped. "Not right now, Draco." She glanced at the clock. "But it's too early to sleep." Her hands went to her hips and she pouted.

He shrugged, "You're still to get into bed and not think about work for a few hours." He said as he fetched a pair of pajamas for her. He folded his arms over his chest, "Any requests for dinner?"

She sighed. "I don't know. Pasta of some sort? Chicken scampi sounds pretty good.." She took the pajamas from him and only tugged on the top before seating herself on the edge of the bed.

"All the way onto the bed. Get yourself situated because the only reason to get up is to use the loo," he said as he made his way to the fireplace and ordered dinner. When he pulled his head back out of the fire he removed his own shirt and made his way to the bed.

"Fine, fine," she muttered, crawling up to the pillows and fluffing them up before flopping on her back. She smiled as Draco moved beside her. "Hi."

He smiled, "Hi," he said laying a kiss on her lips. "You know that you're the only one for me, don't you?"

"Most of the time, yes." She returned the smile and snuggled up to his side. "I'm sorry."

"Don't be sorry," he said with a sigh, "just talk to me."

"I couldn't help it," she said softly. "I just saw that woman all over you and I snapped. All those damn insecurities of mine came flooding back and I just got upset."

He smiled, "Yes, well red heads aren't my type. I thought my dislike for most things Weasley proved that."

She laughed lightly. "True enough, I suppose. I wasn't thinking. Work's got me frustrated and irritated- they had me doing the books, and I hate accounting and all of that sort of stuff."

Draco raised an eyebrow, "You know you don't need to work. I have more than enough money to support us both. And if you want, you can take the summer until Hogwarts is opened. It would also give you more time to work on your children's home, which I know is what you really want to do."

She nodded, slowly. "I might just do that. Take the summer, I mean. They know I'll be leaving soon, anyways.."

He placed a kiss on her head, "That would give you more time to concentrate on the home and to spend with me."

"I'd like that." She smiled. "And help Lavender with her wedding."

He nodded, "Very true." He looked down at her, "I've enlisted house elves, and this time they are being paid, and they aren't happy about it but I'd rather not have you on my case about it, so they'll be able to help the serving."

"Thank you," she smiled. "I met with her the other day and started trying to figure it out. They're having the ceremony on the grounds, with the reception in the Great Hall. It's going to be pretty."

He nodded, "I'm sure it is. Any idea about how big the guest list will be?"

"I'm not sure, exactly." She sat up as their food arrived. "I do know that the actual ceremony will be pretty small."

He shook his head, "Not like it really matters though. It could be ten or two hundred. Hogwarts will be able to hold them."

She nodded. "Yes, but Lavender wants the ceremony small. I have no idea how many will show up for the reception."

He nodded and took a drink from his glass, "When we decide to get married, we should elope."

"My mother would kill me!" she laughed. "But sure. We'll elope- but maybe we could have a reception when we get back?"

He shook his head, "Are you crazy? I don't want to see any of your friends or my family. Disaster looms on the horizon should that happen. Besides, Potter would hex me in a second if he knew that I swept you away in the middle of the night and married you without giving him one more chance to tell you that you were making a mistake by being with me."

She laughed. "Everything's about making Harry upset, isn't it.." she got up to take the dinner trays and returned to the bed, sitting cross-legged next to Draco. "But we'll see.."

"Of course! If I can piss off Potter and be with you at the same time, my life is complete and I can die happy," he said with a grin.

Hermione rolled her eyes and shifted Draco's dinner tray into his lap. "If you say so. I still don't understand why you two hate each other so bloody much.."

"Well, you see, it has to do with him being a daft prick," he said with a smile, "and he's jealous that I'm better looking than he is."

"He's not a daft prick," she said, picking up her fork. "But I'll agree with you that you are much more handsome."

He shook his head unable to control the smile, "Okay, maybe prick isn't the right word. Git. Git is the right word."

She shrugged. "I guess I can live with that." She twirled some pasta on her fork and took a bite. "Mmm..delicious. How's yours?"

He nodded, "It's decent." He smiled over at her, "Did I tell you that they've started construction on the house."

"They did? That's wonderful!" Hermione returned the smile. "How long do you think it will take?"

He shrugged, "They're saying it shouldn't take anymore than a few days to have it built and the decorator said it's just a matter of me having time to go with her and pick out the stuff I want."

"A few days? That fast, really?" Hermione finished off her pasta and set the tray on the nightstand.

"Well, it's easy to get done when there's money being dangled in front of your face."

She laughed. "I suppose that's true enough. What sort of things do you want for the inside?"

He shrugged, "I don't know." He set his own plate beside the bed and snuggled in beside her, "I think you should go with me when I do pick things out. You will be living there as well."

She nodded. "I'd love to."

He snapped his fingers as he remember something, "I almost forgot. You got something in the post, today." He removed himself from the bed and walked to the table beside the window and lifted the painting and carried it to Hermione.

"Oh?" Hermione sat up and took the painting as he returned to her side. Her mouth opened into an 'oh' of surprise when she saw the subject. "..Where did this come from?"

He sat on the bed beside her, "Angelina Johnson painted it. There was one for every member of the Weasley family, Potter, you, and myself."

Her eyes teared up. "It's gorgeous," she murmured. "And Ginny..." She reached up to touch it lightly.

He nodded, "I know. I think they're all along the lines of this. I got something similiar."

"..What was yours, if you don't mind me asking?" She set it down on the bed before her and turned to look at Draco.

He stood and walked back to the spot where he'd put their paintings and walked back to her with his. He pulled the cover off it and showed Ginny triumphantly catching the snitch before he did. "Wishful thinking," he said with a slight smirk before it left his face, feeling guilty once more.

Hermione gave a sort of strangled laugh as she looked at the painting. "They're really good.." She watched the expression change on Draco's face in the painting, and smiled. "It really does look like you both."

He shrugged, "Angelina obviously has a talent," he said as he took both paintings and set them against the wall once more. "You okay?"

Hermione blinked. "Yeah, I think so. I miss her- Ginny, I mean.."

He nodded and moved to sit beside her on the bed, "I know you do."

She smiled, and took his hand. "It's hard, sometimes, to be so happy, when she's..gone." She sniffled.

He swiped at a tear that made its way down her cheek and shook his head, "I think about how different my life would br right now." He sighed, "I'd probably...be married to her." He looked down at their hands, "And I don't think I would have been happy."

She gave his hand a squeeze and smiled softly. "I guess happiness does come out of pain sometimes.."

He kissed the back of her hand, "That it does." He frowned, "Let me ask you something, and this is sort of related, but not really. Does my romantic past bother you?"

She shook her head. "It used to, a little, but we've all got pasts.. and we're together now."

"Good, because you have to know that I'm crazy about you. I've never felt this way about anyone. I see a future with you and...I never used to want anything like that with anyone."

She smiled, and raised her free hand to wipe away her tears. "I've never feel the same way about anyone either.."

He sighed, "You know that you're everything to me, right?"

She nodded, slowly. "It's hard to believe sometimes, but yes.. You've convinced me."

He smiled and leaned in to kiss her, "Good. It takes up far too much time to argue about something that is fact."

She returned the kiss and laughed. "You're too good to me."

He grinned and climbed into his spot in the bed. He pulled her close to him, "I plan to be the best you've ever had, in every way."

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