The Proposal

[Lissandra Sylvania]

Of winners, losers and habits.

Chapter 12

Life went on in Malfoy Manor and the unlikely couple, which was as unlikely as ever, came to know each other even better during that time. You can’t live with someone and not get to know him or her.


Hermione learned that Draco liked to go for a walk before eating his breakfast when the weather was suitable for that kind of exercise; he walked a tour around his grounds for about twenty minutes and then came inside to eat with her.

He couldn’t stand slow people but had all the patience in the world when it came to Dinny, who adored him like a son. If there was anything the master would like, Dinny would make it for him simply out of love, and not because she had to. The two of them had a strange relationship and Hermione found it extremely amusing to watch the elf and the man together.

Dinny had no problem scolding Draco for being out to late or forgetting to wear a jacket on his morning walk. Sometimes she acted as if Draco was a teenager, and except from the fact that she called him ’master’ there was nothing insinuating that she wasn’t his real family.


Draco learned that his wife didn’t like to be woken up, but had no problems getting up early herself and that she could sit in the library all day completely forgetting to eat or drink if no one disturbed her.


Draco had been at Elizabeth’s all day and when he came back late in the evening he could still see light in the library. He entered and found Hermione sitting in the exact same chair, as when he left her before midday. He could see on the cover that she was in the middle of the same book as she had been reading twelve hours before, as he said goodbye and left.


“Are you still sitting here?” he asked sounding surprised.


“Draco, are you back already?!” she seemed even more surprised than he had to see the other.


“Already? It’s past eleven…”


“It is?” she stared dumbfound at her wristwatch. She could only conclude that he was right, it was fifteen minutes past eleven.


“Have you been sitting inhere all day?” he smirked.

She nodded even though she had no memory of time passing by at all; she had thought it was still somewhere around three o’clock in the afternoon.


“Have you gotten anything to eat?” he then asked and she shook her head, she had forgotten all about eating, because she had been so focused on the book in her hands. She didn’t even remember turning the light on, but she had to have done so because the lamp beside the armchair was on and it hadn’t been so the last time she checked.


Draco yelled for Dinny and the houseelf appeared with a loud ‘pop’ beside him.


“You know ‘Mione; it’s not healthy to not eat all day,” he smirked and threw himself into the chair next to hers with a satisfied sigh.


“I know smart-ass. But I’ll bet you’ve done the exact same thing once or twice,” she smirked with an inner feeling of touché.


“Never,” he said and looked her straight in her brown eyes. She looked back without blinking.


“Bet you have.”


“Never,” he repeated. She couldn’t tell if he was lying, but she had a strong
feeling that he was. Of what she knew of him, which was pretty much after three months in the same house, he loved reading almost as much as she did. He had to have stayed up way to long just to finish a book sometime in his life…


“Bet you have!”


“Yeah,” he smirked and smiled a dangerous smile, “What do you want to bet?”


“If I win, which I of course will, you are cooking me dinner tomorrow and you can’t use magic and Dinny can’t help you.”


“That’s no prize, you’ll lose whatever you do if I’m to cook for you,” he grinned. He wasn’t the world’s greatest chef, and it was not like he ever practised the fine art of cooking.


“Yeah yeah, what do you want from me if you win?”


“A daughter.”


Yet again he managed to surprise her completely, and the worst of it was that she couldn’t see if he was joking, because off his always unreadable face.


“You’ve got to be kidding!” she yelled with a horrified mine, but Draco’s face was straight as always.


“I’m not,” he said seriously. Everything went a bit black inside her head and all her thoughts mixed in one big mess. He couldn’t be serious! This wasn’t happening. It was a joke. It was a joke. It was a joke. It had to be!


“You’ve got to be kidding,” she repeated.


His face crumbled in laughter: “I…am… kidding!”

He couldn’t even sit straight because he was laughing so hard, and he had to hold on to the armrest in order to stay on the chair.


“Am…gonna…kill…you!” she mumbled in a threatening voice and sent dozens of mean glances towards her husband, who were laughing harder than ever.


“You deserve to die a most painful death!”


“Oh you should have seen your face,” Draco laughed still.


“I promise you, if you ever pull a trick like that again I’m going to slip something very nasty into your evening meal!” she said and slapped him hard across the face. It stopped him laughing so hard, but he still had a bright smirk on his face, a wide smirk next to the clear mark of a red hand on his pale cheek. He rubbed the spot. It stayed red for quite a while, but she had also put a lot of weight in the punch. It had been an instant reaction and something she did before she had time to think about it. Maybe if she had been in her right mind she wouldn’t have reacted so strongly.




He ended up having to cook for her, because when Dinny came with something to eat Hermione was quick and asked the houseelf if Draco had ever forgotten to eat and drink all day because he was reading. Dinny answered that he had done that several times. That meant that Draco would have to cook…




“Are you just going to sit there and watch?” Draco smirked the next day when to couple were both in the kitchen and he was preparing his grand ‘loser’-meal. Hermione sat on the kitchen table and watched him as he walked around and found the ingredients in the cupboards.


“No no, I’m also going to set the table,” she smiled at him, and he smirked at her just, as they usually did.


“Yeah that makes it so much better!” he said with loads of sarcasm in his voice, she just shook her head and made all her curl-like strands of hair fall down over her face.


“You could be making me nervous by sitting there so that I’ll burn your crème brûlée,” he said.


That made her laugh: “Nice try Draco, you’re supposed to burn crème brûlées.”


“And just how was I supposed to know that?” he raised an eyebrow at her.


“Perhaps by reading the recipe?”


He shook his head: “Always the smart one…”


She laughed again it put her in a good mood to watch her husband walk around looking very un-housy as he tried to cook dinner for them. He looked somehow too dressed up to be standing in a kitchen even though he was just wearing his normal black clothes that he always wore no matter what he was doing.
She liked the classiness of the way he dressed, and the way he wore his clothes with elegance, she hoped it would rub off on her so she could get some of that air of class he had about him, but she doubted it would. No matter whom she married she would always be Hermione Granger the Bookworm on the inside, well now she was just Hermione Malfoy the Bookworm, but apparently that change of last name had done a world of difference to the rest of society.


She was always served first anywhere she came, things that seemed impossible to anyone else she could handle in a matter of minutes. She never asked for special treatment when she was out, but somehow everybody seemed to know her name, and who she was.


The other day when she went out for lunch with Ginny there wasn’t any free tables at the café when they came. Then the manager came out and said that he would just throw out someone to make room for them. They had to leave the place because Hermione couldn’t have that on her conscience that they had gotten anyone kicked out.


When she went down the street people looked after her like she was some kind of celebrity, that made her feel very strange and the first few times it had happened she wondered if she had sat on something since they were looking at her. Before her marriage she had been able to walk down the street without anyone at all noticing her except if they were just about to walk into her, and now they were looking at her almost like they wanted to ask for her autograph.


“Draco?” he didn’t look up from the weight and the vegetables, his wrinkled nose and frown didn’t change, but she knew he was listening, “does people sometimes treat you different because of your name?”

He stopped and turned towards her, the cucumber still in his hand.


“All the time…why did anyone do something to you?” he asked but she shook her head.


“No one did anything besides treat me almost like royalty…”


He shrugged his shoulder: “It comes with the name I think. The wizarding world has no king or queen so I think a Malfoy is the closest a wizard can come to a royal.”


He had a good point. The wizard society didn’t believe in the monarchy or anything like that, of course there was always the queen of England, but she wasn’t really an insider and therefore didn’t count. From her excessive reading Hermione knew that there had only been a few witches or wizards in the official English royal family, as far as she knew only three and only one of them had lived to be more than twenty, the two first were a couple of twins in the early seventeenth century. The royal twins were executed at fifteen because one of them had by accident burned down big parts of their grandparent’s castle because of lack of magical training.


“It’s not very nice I think,” she said and meant that it wasn’t nice having people see her as royalty.


“You’re regretting saying yes?” he asked. She couldn’t see what he felt.


“No. I just think I underestimated the power of the Malfoy name,” she sighed. He returned to his cooking project as he answered.


“We talked about that already even before you accepted.”


“I know. But it still surprised me.”

[Liz-Miia Parker]

Hhahahahahaahahahahahahahaaa! Ma tahan tütart...ha ma jäin ka uskuma ;D ;D ;D ;D - issand ma oleks taht ise ta näq näha ;D next !

[Lana Marye Allen]

Ma vaatasin ka, et mis asja ta ajab seal
Vahva..edasi !

[Lissandra Sylvania]

The Prince on the white horse and mrs. Weasley's expertise.

Chapter 13

At first she had enjoyed having all that time to herself but as the months went by it became a bit boring to either be at home or go shopping for books all the time. She had had enough of being unemployed and now she wanted something to do again, something to work with.


She began looking through the Daily Prophet for job ads, hoping to find something interesting to make of her time before she went nuts at home.

It was no fun to have all that time, but now she at least had the possibility of choosing which job she wanted, and the economy to turn down the jobs, she didn’t find interesting.




“Have you any idea how difficult it is to find a decent job in London?” Hermione complained as she sat on the floor by the fireplace in Ginny’s apartment with a glass of wine in one hand. Ginny was holding Thomas hand as they both sat on the sofa and the three of them had just had a delicious dinner together. Yet again Hermione admired and was a little jealous of Ginny’s excellent cooking skills.


“No. Neither of us needs another job, we’re terribly busy at the hospital,” Thomas replied.


“Thank God I don’t actually need a job at the moment,” she continued and looked deep into her glass.


The atmosphere in the room was relaxed after the couple had had a long day at work and a dinner. None of them wanted to do anything but sit and talk.


“No you’ve landed yourself into a pretty wealthy family,” Ginny laughed without bitterness, it had never seemed to bother her that the Weasleys weren’t rich and neither did it now. There were other values in that family such as loyalty and friendship. Personally Hermione also though those were better than focusing entirely on money and power. Money didn’t keep you warm on a lonely night and power offered no comfort when you were in need.


“We have enough to get through the day,” she said, put her glass beside her on the floor and stretched.

They were quiet for a while just listening to the fire that sent a mild orange glow into the room and showered them in golden light.


Ginny snuggled up closer to Thomas before she broke the silence: “Something I wondered; Is it worth it? I mean being married to Malfoy and all?”


Hermione sensed that it was something Ginny had though about a lot by the way she asked the question so precisely making sure Hermione knew exactly what she meant. Only a very few times had she thought about it herself.

She had the manor, the money and the power just like Draco had explained to her the day he proposed, but she actually felt like she had gotten more than he promised; besides the obvious things she had also gotten a better health, happiness, Jonathan and Draco himself.

It was so much more than she had hoped when she accepted the proposal. Back then she had said yes to a big amount of money and a large manor, but in reality she had gotten herself the happiness she so lacked before and she had gotten new friends along the way. She had gotten her confidence and sense of humour back.


This she told Ginny and ended the speech: “This really has been a winning situation, I’m so glad I pulled myself together and ignored some of my pride back then…”


She didn’t want to know where in her life she would have been if she had declined five months ago, because she doubted it would be somewhere memorable. Already five months ago she had been at an extremely low point and she had no desire to relive that sad story again.


“Now all you need is the prince on the white horse,” Thomas said sleepily since it was getting closer and closer to midnight as the trio spoke.


“Well I might have him already,” she said and for her inner eye she saw Jonathan’s blue eyes smile at her.




One morning she got dizzy from trying to get out of bed and she began to wonder if there might be reason to stay in it for the day. She hated being sick, it was just so boring to lie in bed all day and if she was really sick she couldn’t even read without getting a headache.


I’ll just sleep half an hour longer, she thought. She had been up pretty long the previous evening, because she had found an unknown collection of French novels in a corner of the library and of course couldn’t stop reading when she got started on them.


It had been way past two when Draco, who had been up for a midnight snack, had seen that there was still light in the library and had sent her to bed with a strict mine. He must have spent to much time around Dinny, Hermione though and shook her head, just to find out that it hurt really bad to do that.

Carefully she lay back on her pillow and stared at the ceiling for a while. Her stomach hurt. Her joints hurt. And her head hurt a lot. It was like a whole crew of construction workers were hammering on the inside of it while the weird sisters were playing a concert for a crowd of angry Slytherins.


In other words, she didn’t feel well.


When she hadn’t come down for breakfast Draco came up to her room to see if she was okay, she didn’t notice this though, because she was fast asleep as he entered and stood in the doorway watching her for a good five minutes before returning downstairs. He knew that she always got up early even on weekends and when she had been up late the night before so it couldn’t be that.


She must be sick, he concluded.




When she woke up again the first thing she noticed was the smell of food near her face and the impact that fact had on her well-being. The nausea that she had been feeling before she fell asleep came back full force the second she smelled the toast and jam standing on a plate on her nightstand. Then she noticed the weigh on one side of her bed.

Draco was sitting there reading the newspaper and looking extremely adult and distinguished, like a lord or someone out of a Jane Austen book.


“Please get the food away,” she pleaded and he looked up from the article he was reading.


“Dinny though you should eat something,” he answered as he got up from his rather comfortable position to remove the plate. She rolled around and settled in a less nauseating position on her stomach only to find out that it didn’t do much good to lye like that either, because now it was just her back that was hurting.


“No matter how I lye it hurts,” she groaned to Draco, who sat back down on her bed and opened the Daily Prophet again.


“If you are still like this in two days we’ll call a doctor,” he replied calmly and she groaned again. Could this possibly last two whole days or more?


“You don’t have something like a painkiller do you?” she asked and tried her best to do the puppy eyes, which didn’t seem to help. Maybe because Draco wasn’t looking at her and she was lying flat on her stomach squishing her face onto the pillow below her.


“Nope and it’s not healthy to take painkillers, they can make you addicted and then they won’t help next time you use them.”


If she had had the energy to do so she would have hit him hard on his cheek with her pillow, but as matters were she didn’t even have the required energy to turn around on her back again.


“You are really enjoying this aren’t you?” she mumbled into her pillow, but he must’ve heard her because he answered surprisingly tender: “No, I don’t, I’m just stating the facts.”


Afterwards she though she might have fallen asleep again, because she didn’t at all remembered answering.




The next time she woke it was dark in her room, when she carefully opened one of her eyes a little bit she only saw the faint glow of the blazing fire and otherwise she was surrounded by complete darkness.


She had never been afraid of the darkness and now she was in too much pain to notice the long shadows at the edges of the room and around the furniture.

Her back was aching in a way that she never thought she would feel anything like. It was like it was being ripped apart, then stitched together with a sharp needle only to be torn apart again seconds after.


She wished with all her heart that she could just fall asleep again and sleep though the pain, but the pain she so desired to rid herself off was also the one thing keeping her awake, making it impossible to think clearly. Time was moving so slowly, that she at some point wondered if the clock on her nightstand was lacking batteries or something, it simply wasn’t possible for the minutes to pass by that slowly.


As she tried to move a little and maybe even turn around and lie on the other side for a while she quickly forgot all about it when she felt how every bone in her entire body seemed to protest against that decision.


She tried counting sheep and cursed at the person who was stupid enough to imagine that one could fall asleep from counting small woollen things jumping over fences in ones mind.


When she suddenly noticed a movement in the chair beside her bed she almost jumped in surprise. She hadn’t been aware of the fact that Draco had been sitting beside her sleeping the whole time. She wondered vaguely why he hadn’t gone into his own room to sleep.


“You sleep uncommonly still,” he said conversationally as he noticed that her eyes were open.


“It’s because it hurts like nothing I’ve ever felt before every time I move,” she said in a weak voice.


“Is it very bad?” he asked sounding a bit concerned.


“It wasn’t just for kicks that I asked for that painkiller earlier…” she responded and he seemed to calm a little when he noticed the drip of sarcasm in her voice, if she was clear enough in her head to use sarcasm when she spoke she couldn’t be dying or anything like that.


“Do you think a glass of firewhiskey would help?” he asked with a crooked smile and she tried to stare evilly at him even though it was no good doing so when lying down.


“If there is even the slightest chance that it’ll help I’ll drink it without questions.”


He got up and went downstairs to get the bottle, and she wondered again why he was still there. It was way past three in the night and he should be sleeping in his own bed, but instead he was sitting in her room keeping an eye on her and helping in his own way, just by being there and distracting her with his conversation.


He was a weird man, she concluded again, as she had done so many times before. Mostly when she had compared Draco the man to Draco the teenager she had known at Hogwarts. Sometimes she wondered if it was even possible for a person to change that much, well perhaps he hadn’t changed much when seeing the large picture, but when looking closer at the small details he certainly was different from the boy she had known and loathed at school.




The next couple of days her illness didn’t seem to get much better at all, she still felt the pain in her bones every time she moved and the headache was as strong as ever.


She missed Jonathan a lot, he didn’t visit in case her sickness was contagious, and that just made her days in bed even longer that she couldn’t just apparate to his apartment and kiss him like she usually did once in a while. Mostly they saw each other at least twice a week. They didn’t necessarily do something special together it was okay with both of them if they just sat together minding their own business just feeling the connection and pleasure of being with someone who they really cared about. She could spend a whole afternoon lying on his couch reading, watching the flames in the fireplace or talking to him. Just the fact that he was within reach was enough most of the time.


She didn’t doubt that this was a serious relationship even though it was under some strange circumstances with her being married and all, but that didn’t make it any less real.


Love is an addiction, she though, and I need my Jonathan fix…




Draco sat with her a lot of the time and read to her now that she was unable to firstly hold the book herself and secondly read for more than ten minutes without making the headache worse.


Every morning he read a few articles from the Daily Prophet to her so she could keep up with what was happening out in the world. After the defeat of Voldemort there wasn’t much going on and the news were of a more entertaining or just normal political sort, no Azkaban breakouts or death list anymore.


That was a change not worth wasting tears on. Personally Hermione thought it was very nice to open the newspaper a see a blond celebrity witch stare back at her instead of seeing a screaming, hollow-eyed criminal on the pages.


“Do you want to hear the news?” Draco asked Friday morning as he entered her room looking as fresh and handsome as ever from his morning walk on the grounds. He pushed aside the light curtains and allowed the sunlight to shine into her room on the beautiful morning of June that she was completely unable to enjoy because of her sickness.


She shook her head lightly, her hair almost didn’t move from the motion it was dirty and stuck to her forehead from sweat. She hadn’t taken a bath in five days, and she felt miserable and filthy.


“I think it’s time to call in the professionals,” she said and he nodded, before leaving the room without further conversation.




Less than an hour later Draco came in again but this time he was followed by a short plump woman clinging carefully to her handbag and with flaming red hair just like her children had.


Hermione smiled weakly as she greeted Mrs. Weasley, who looked a bit uncomfortable at being at Malfoy Manor. It was no wonder Mrs. Weasley didn’t like being there; she had lived in the days where Lucius Malfoy had ruled the school and probably heard as many ugly words from that man as Hermione had heard from Draco when they were younger.


“Hermione dear?” she asked quietly as she removed her cloak and put it on the back of a chair near the bed.


“Hi, Mrs. Weasley,” she said and tried her best to sound normal but her voice had other intentions and sounded hollow instead of strong as she wanted it too.


The older lady turned to Draco and gave him a regular scolding for not calling on her before and telling that Hermione was sick. Draco just stood there and listened with the mine of a young schoolboy who knew he had done something wrong. It would have been quite funny if it wasn’t because Hermione was in no state where it felt good to laugh.


“How many sick children have you handled young man? Not many I figure,” Mrs. Weasley continued her accusing speech, “You know nothing of how to take care of an ill woman and still you didn’t fetch me or a proper doctor. Foolish, I tell you, foolish!”


“Mrs. Weasley, don’t worry he did the best he could for me,” Hermione felt it was time for her to step in and defend her husband, he had really been a great help even though he wouldn’t give her any painkillers or potions.


Mrs. Weasley didn’t listen to her, she was too busy opening windows and cleaning the room making it less messy. The breeze from the window was warm and with closer examination Hermione discovered that the weather outside was splendid, the sun shone brightly and there was only a light wind blowing from no specific direction moving the leaves on the trees and lifting her hair slightly.


It was surprising how quickly Ginny’s mother seemed to have gotten over her shyness at being in the manor, just as soon as she knew her task she put her concerns away and devoted herself to the job to be done.


“Malfoy could you run to the kitchen and get me a casserole?” she asked not noticing the panic stricken look on the man’s face, Hermione smiled faintly, he had no idea what a casserole was, but he went anyway.


“I must admit I was a tad surprised when Malfoy flooed into my kitchen,” Mrs. Weasley told Hermione as she went about setting the place in order,

“He was probably the last person I’d expect seeing in the middle of breakfast, but when he explained that you were sick and asking for me I figured I better go find my bag and get here immediately.”


Hermione only nodded. Mrs. Weasley’s maternal instincts were one thing you could always count on beside she had raised seven children and knew exactly what to do with an ill person.


Draco came back with the casserole in one hand and Dinny at his heels.


“Good, now I can begin to brew the potion to help ease the poor girls pain, something I should have done long before,” Mrs. Weasley said and cast a side glaze towards Draco who looked guiltily down. Poor boy… Hermione though.

[Liz-Miia Parker]

Awwwww. Ikkagi ma usun, et jutt lõpeb nende armumisega....draco terve öö tema kõrval, vat kui armas

[Hanna Mia Sunrose]

Mrs. Weasly oli nii kuri Dracoga!
Mul hakkas lausa kahju
Ja see on tegelikult imelik, et Jonathan ei tulnud sellepärast, et see võis nakkav olla, aga ometi Draco sai küll päevad läbi tema kõrval olla nagu ...
Ma ka hakkan juba Draco poole kalduma, kuigi enne tahtsin ma väga, et just Jonathan Hermionega kokku jääks

[Lissandra Sylvania]

Chapter 14

After Mrs. Weasley had stepped in and made her a potion to make her feel better she began slowly to get well again. It took some time before she was well enough to get out of bed for more than an hour a day, but it went slow and steady.


Again she was glad that she didn’t have a job at the moment, she would’ve hated to disappoint her boss and keep telling that she was sick, it had been almost two weeks in bed and she still didn’t know how long it would be before she was completely over the illness.


It wasn’t all downside though; the period she had been spending all her time in bed with Draco by her side had brought the couple even closer than they had been before. Now it was completely impossible for anyone to tell that the two of them had been almost strangers just half a year ago, and they even had trouble grasping the concept themselves, where had time gone the past five months?

It didn’t feel like very long ago when Draco had stepped into Mary’s Coffee shop and proposed to her out of the blue. It didn’t feel like very long ago they had sat in that fancy restaurant and in business-like voices planned their wedding. What happened to those five months that had passed without either of them noticing?


And without noticing it a strong friendship had formed between them, they knew each other and enjoyed each others company in a way than none of them had expected when they first agreed to marry.




“How about chicken?” Jonathan picked up a frozen chicken wrapped in plastic from the icebox in front of him.

Hermione shook her head violently, and he put it back down with its companions in the frozen meat section of the supermarket.


“You didn’t consider deciding what to cook for me before I arrived at your apartment?” she asked and raised an eyebrow at him. He just smiled and replied: “And why would I want to do that?”


She grinned at him it was just so typical him.


“Perhaps to avoid standing in a supermarket at seven o’clock along with your date staring at the frozen meat section looking at whole chickens?” she suggested and tried not to smile to widely.


“And why would I want to avoid that?” he continued and pointed at two lamb chops. She shook her head again she wasn’t in the mood for lamb.


“Because it would be awkward for you to have to take your date to the supermarket and that way show her that you hadn’t planned anything at all,” she said and tried really hard to make sense and not start to laugh hysterically at the odd situation. That would probably make the old muggle lady with the floral handbag stare at her like she was some freak.
Which the old lady actually did already so maybe her breaking out in hysteric laughter didn’t matter much.


“And why would I want to avoid that?” he joked and lifted up a pack of pork chops.

She nodded.


“Ehm,” she tried hard finding a logical argument for why he would want to avoid that.


“Besides, you look good in this lighting,” he smirked at moved on down the lane with the cart in front of him.

She followed, shaking her head.


“Does the lady want pasta with her pork chops?” he called from the lane next to her.


“That depends merely on what the gentleman can make with it?”


His dark head suddenly appeared floating behind a stack of potato bags making it seem almost as if he didn’t have a body. He said that he probably could only boil it.


She smirked at him and made a hmf-sound.


“Or I could make a really delicious Italian dish with Parmesan and fresh basil?” he suggested.


She picked up the nearest object, which turned out to be a package of toast and threw it at him. It hit him right between the eyes, but being who he was he only picked up the now slightly squished toast, and put it in the cart saying that they would have to buy it now she had so violently manhandled it.




When they both sat on the couch in Jonathan’s large apartment and enjoyed a glass of wine with the food later that evening she had no idea why she had thrown the toast at him.


As she snuggled up in the soft green leather sofa with Jonathans arm around her it really made no sense why she suddenly had developed some violent traits, it wasn’t the first time she had acted like this. She remembered the evening where Draco had joked about wanting a daughter if he won the bet where she had slapped him hard on the cheek afterwards.


She had to stop that. Well. It would be too expensive in toast if she kept going this way.


“Do you know,” Hermione said between bites of pasta, “That we’ve known each other for four months now?”

He looked into her eyes.


“That’s quite a while.”


She looked around in his living room, which was as always extremely clean and proper. She wondered if he spent all his time cleaning when she wasn’t there, but doubted that was the truth, he probably paid someone to do it or had a houseelf somewhere that she had just never met. His apartment was nothing like she pictured the typical male-living-alone apartment; it was modern and nicely decorated with a clear sense of style and nothing out of its place.


When she first saw it she had thought that there went her vision of him as being a new Sirius. From all the stories she had heard from Harry and people who had known Sirius when he was young, she knew he hadn’t been the kind of person who used energy on cleaning and dusting if he could in any way avoid it, but Jonathan seemed to enjoy living in a orderly place with straight lines making quite a contrast to his outgoing personality.


“Uhm, I can’t believe time has gone by so fast the past five months, ever since I met Draco again I suppose…” she trailed off not quite knowing what she actually wanted to say. His arm went around her shoulders and he put his glass on the coffee table in front of them with the other hand.


“Time moves quickly in good company,” he said and tenderly trailed the outline of her jaw with his finger. A small smile crept onto her face and lit the lights in her soft eyes even more.


“And I who thought you were the bad boy,” she said flirtatiously and watched him grin as an answer and pull her even closer. He kissed her and whispered into her ear: “Only if you want me to.”


She didn’t even blush.
Very much.

He was like this always and she had gotten used to that long ago, but still it sometimes surprised her that he was so direct and that he still thought it was funny to tease her like that. True she had been very inexperienced before they had started dating and it had taken some adjustment to get used to him being so straightforward with her and using that playful tone, but now she only saw it as very attracting and she felt desired when he spoke like that. It was a great feeling.




There is something I have forgotten, was the first thought on her mind as she woke up early the next morning. She turned over in the bed to look at the clock on Jonathan’s nightstand it was only eight thirty. She didn’t remember having any appointments today, and she had put out the fire in the fireplace in her room before she left to meet Jonathan yesterday.


It was Harry’s Birthdayparty today even though it had been almost a month since his real birthday. But she had that part of the day under control. She would show up at Harry’s place at seven brining the gift from Draco and her, Draco would apparate there himself when he was done at Eliza’s later on the afternoon and they would go in together and congratulate Harry with the twenty-fourth birthday and celebrate it with the Weasley family who were all coming by on this special occasion.


So it couldn’t be that… then what?


“You always look so sweet when you worry,” Jonathan commented rolling over so he could lie on one side and watch her lying next to him in the luxurious bed with crisp white linen and a gold headpiece. She shook her head and cringed inside by the thought of the state of her hair. She had trouble keeping it just pretty-ish when she was up and it just got worse when she was in bed and had just slept a couple of hours on it.


“And your hair looks just fine,” he said in a dry voice and stroked one of the locks on the pillow that were nearest him.


“You know me to well,” she mumbled and tried again to remember what it was that she had forgotten. It annoyed her a great deal that she simply didn’t seem to be able to remember. And she had the feeling that it was something at least semi-important.


“Care to tell me what you worry about?” he asked and wrapped his slim fingers in her hair. She slid up and rested her head on her elbow while chewing on her lower lip.


“I’m just sure that I’ve forgotten something but I can’t seem to remember what it is,” she answered and leaned forward to kiss him softly. She liked waking up at his place, his bedroom was always bathed in a beautiful light that crept through the thin white curtains and gave the room a magical glow in the mornings.

And apart from that she also just liked the feeling of waking up next to someone. She had been alone for a long time and had of course gotten used to waking up by herself, but she still enjoyed it every time she opened her eyes and saw him lying next to her.


“Did you remember to put out the fire in your room?” he suggested and she nodded.


“In the library? Did you remember to bring the gift for Harry? And some nice clothes to wear for the occasion?” every suggesting he proposed was followed by a nod.


The fire in the library had she made sure Dinny would put out, the gift was in her weekend-bag standing at the foot end of the bed, where her dress also was in.


“Did you remember to tell Draco that the time had been changed from six to seven?” he then suggested and she nodded again. Draco had been there with her when Ginny called on them to say that it had been changed because she and Thomas didn’t get off work before six thirty.


Suddenly the thought struck her: “Now I know what it is!” she exclaimed loudly and sat up in the bed pulling the cover with her to cover her a bit.


He sent her a bright smile and asked what it was.


“I forgot to tell Draco that I was staying over night. If I hurry he might get my note before he starts on breakfast.”


She looked around for her nightgown and finally located it lying on the floor on Jonathan’s side of the bed. When she asked him to he picked up the light pink piece of silk clothing and handed it over with a smile and a comment that she really needn’t dress for his sake.


She smirked at him and pulled the gown over her head before freeing her legs of the cover.


“In the office,” he said with a lifted chin as an answer to her silent question and watched her walk barefoot out of the bedroom with the brown hair cascading down her back and the ashes of rose coloured gown floating around her like a fairy dress. He smiled to himself.


It wasn’t long before she was back in the room again looking a lot less worried than before.


“I just wrote him a quick note explaining that I was here and that he shouldn’t worry, I’d meet him at Harry’s at seven o’clock.”

He laughed at her and she sent him one of her questioning glances as she bended down to go through her bag at the end of the bed.


“It’s just like dating a teenager,” he teased, “She would also have to inform her parents where she was all the time.”


“You remember yesterday when I threw that pack of toast at you?” she asked calmly and kept rearranging the things in her bag trying to locate her hairbrush. He said yes, he clearly remembered that it hit him spot on right between his handsome eyes. She stood up again now holding the hairbrush she had finally found at the bottom of the bag.


“I think a hairbrush will do the job just as well as toast can,” she said dryly and raised an eyebrow at him, only to receive another bright smile from Jonathan.


With a one hand he gestured her to come closer to him and she stepped around the corner of the bed and over a pair of pants currently located on the wooden floor and came close enough for him to reach out and kiss her.


“Now we have two options,” he said as she pulled back, but he still held onto her hand. She awaited the options with a smile creeping onto her face.


“We could get up and make breakfast…” he made a small pause for dramatic effect and winked at her, “…or.”


She breathed in deep and with a shy look in her eyes replied: “I think that’ll be option number two.”


“Haha thought so!” he smirked and pulled her down on the bed again.

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A/N: Soon there'll be trouble in paradise! Now you go figure out what that means

[Hanna Mia Sunrose]

Trouble?
Eieieieiei, ma juba olen jälle Jonathani "poolel"!
Nüüd nad küll lahku minna ei saa.
UUUT!

[Liz-Miia Parker]

Ei meeldinud see..osa. Ootan , et dracoga midagi saab.

[Lana Marye Allen]

Mulle meeldib ka see Jonathan xD
Kuid Lizil on õigus, kui ütles, et lõpp kokkuvõte tuleb arvatavasti ikkagi selline, et Hermi ja Draco on koos..ja Jonathan..mmm..ma ei tea, mis temaga juhtub seal lõpus aga igatahes ma arvan tema jääb kaotajaks seal.
Aga uut siis!

[Lissandra Sylvania]

Hermione was slightly flustered when she appeared on Harry’s doorstep two minutes past seven with the carefully wrapped present in her arms.


“You’re almost late,” Draco said and noticed the natural red in her cheeks and the way her hair seemed like it had hastily been thrown into the simple ponytail that looked so good on her.


“Yeah I was reading and I forgot time completely,” she excused.


“Reading…” he repeated with a suspicious undertone in his voice and threw her a side glance.


The angry look she threw him before she rung the bell said more than enough, this was not a topic open for discussion.

If she hadn’t been so stressed she probably wouldn’t have reacted like that because of a mere insinuation, but she had been running around in a panic attack for the last half an hour when she first noticed that it was getting a bit late and she ought to get ready in a hurry.


She had been busy reading a book she had found in Jonathan’s considerably smaller library and had gotten so much into it that she completely forgot time, as she always did when she was reading. Then Jonathan had entered the office where she was sitting and asked if she wasn’t supposed to be there at seven, she had said yes and he then asked if she shouldn’t get ready then because it was already six thirty and she still had to take a shower, get dressed up and apparate to Harry’s apartment.


Then she spent the next thirty-two minutes running confused around feeling stupid for forgetting time again. And she really hated being late!

Harry opened the door with a big smile and the couple greeted him by congratulating and handing him the present with a hug.


“The others are out on the patio,” Harry said and made a gesture towards the door in the kitchen leading out to the patio that he had created for the occasion, because it surely didn’t usually have the size so that ten people could easily move on it without pushing someone over the edge from the third floor.


“Nice work you’ve done out here!” Hermione exclaimed as she saw the large patio with little coloured lights around the edge and a large table in the middle filled to the brim with delicious looking food. She wondered if he had done all that by himself.


“Yeah I got some help from Mrs. Weasley,” Harry yelled back while closing the front door.


Hermione hid a smile behind her hand and opened the door to the patio and stepped outside. It was a pretty day with sunshine and only a minimum of wind, so it was hot enough to sit outside and enjoy the lovely evening.

Mrs. And Mr. Weasley, Ginny, Thomas, the Weasley twins and Charlie were already assembled around the table each holding drinks and snacks, and as soon as the couple stepped out there they were surrounded with hugs and hellos.


Ginny pulled her inside for a private talk when she had been the whole round and said hallo to them all. Ginny’s eyes shone with a special glance that had nothing to do with Harry’s birthday and her hair seemed redder than ever in the early evening light. She pulled Hermione by the arm into the kitchen where she immediately sat on the kitchen table and said: “Harry has been in quite a dilemma about whether he should invite Jonathan…”


Hermione sensed that it wasn’t exactly why Ginny had pulled her inside, but ignored it and answered that it didn’t matter, Jon was going to Paris with Eliza for the next seven days for some family gathering anyway.


“You have a complicated life,” Ginny continued looking as if she was about to burst, but tried to keep it inside for as long as possible.


“Ginevra Molly Weasley tell me this instant what it is that you are almost bursting to say!” Hermione ordered out of impatience looking very much like Mrs. Weasley when she was scolding one of her children, which she with sons like Fred and George had done quite often.


“Okay Mom!” Ginny said teasingly, and fiddled with the hem of her light blue summer dress. She gave up quite easily Hermione thought and then concluded that it probably was something Ginny had been dying to tell her.


“Thomas and I are moving in together!” she whispered loudly with a smile that went from one ear to another. Hermione thought that her good friend had never looked happier and healthier.


“Congratulations!” she whispered back, “When did this happen?”


“Well you know that Thomas and I both work a lot and sometimes it’s a bit difficult to get everything to fit in, so we agreed that we could just as well move in together. Then we would at least sleep in the same bed every night and have a better chance at seeing each other. Beside we spend every minute possible together anyway…”


Ginny seemed to find it really hard not to smile, and Hermione smiled with her, it was nice to see her friend happy, and she really thought that Ginny deserved all the happiness she could get.


“Tomorrow we’re moving his things to my apartment, it’s better than his is,” she continued.


“Tomorrow!?” Hermione was surprised, not that she doubted it was the right thing to do or that they would get along, it just seemed a bit sudden.


“Yeah we both figured why wait? We’ve been together for almost a year now and we still can’t get enough of each other,” she explained looking dreamily into the air in front of her probably imagining the two of them living in her apartment together.


“Well then, I’m very happy for the two of you,” Hermione replied and gave her friend a tight hug.


Next thing the two girls knew Fred had come inside and asked what was keeping them so long and dragged them with him outside again. On the way out Ginny managed to whisper to Hermione that she currently was the only one who knew and that she shouldn’t tell anyone yet.


On the patio Draco and Thomas was engaged in a deep conversation that made no sense at all to every other person in the party, but it looked like the two men enjoyed it. They were on the same wavelength, both being intellectual and ambitious.



As always conversation went easily over dinner, helped by the two Weasley females cooking and a couple of bottles of good wine.


They had all accepted that Hermione was married to Draco and happy about it, so there was no bigger problems there. Though none of the others really could get themselves to ask her about Jonathan, it was simply too strange for them to know that she was dating someone else while being married, and she understood them, it was a little unusual.


First when Hermione openly asked about Eliza had the rest of the party stopped feeling awkward about Jonathan and her, once she had explained to them that Eliza was Draco’s long time girlfriend.


Later that evening Thomas and Ginny also revealed their plans about moving in together. Mrs Weasley almost cried from happiness, clearly expecting a marriage soon to follow that decision, but Hermione didn’t think that was the case neither Ginny nor Thomas had the time to give a grand family wedding anytime soon.


Hermione remembered Bill and Fleur’s wedding the summer after her sixth year at Hogwarts, it had been a grand affair and it had taken them a lot of time to arrange, but that was how it was done in the Weasley family. The whole clan was invited and it had been really fun to see all those redhead assembled at one place along with Fleur’s silver-blond family and a few friends from both sides. It had been clear who was family and who was friends, just by looking at the hair colour she had been able to tell who was who.


With the schedules Ginny and Thomas had at the hospital it would be completely impossible for them to squeeze in the time to arrange a wedding like that.




“You seem a bit quiet tonight,” Hermione whispered to Draco later that evening after they had finished eating the fantastic feast and now just sat with their drinks and snacks around the table. It began to get darker around them, but the lights around the banister lit the patio along with lots of white candles on the table, which also set a comfortable atmosphere.


“Hmmm…I don’t know,” Draco answered hesitatingly. She was probably the only one who had noticed that fact that he didn’t speak quite as much as he usually did.


“Problems?” she asked trying to get him to talk about it, it might help. At first he shook his head but she knew him to well to fall for that, there was something bothering him.


“I just had a fight with Eliza today,” he finally said looking uncomfortable. It must have been quite a nasty fight, Hermione thought.


“What about?”


He looked deep into his firewhiskey but didn’t drink any of the golden liquor just swung his glass around watching the whiskey whirl.


“It was basically just ugly,” he started and sat quiet for a while before he continued, “I accused her of being tired of me. We’ve been together for four and a half year now.”


He stopped again trying to figure out what to say next.


“She has just been acting so grumpy the last week which is nothing like her. And then I asked her if something was wrong, she wouldn’t really tell me, but I in my stupidity pushed her to do so anyway.”


Hermione shook her head, it probably hadn’t been the best decision to push Eliza into saying it, but on the other hand if he hadn’t she would still have carried the problem inside.


“She told me…that she felt I was neglecting her because of you,” he hesitated before saying the last part.


“She thinks I’m falling in love with you.”


Hermione didn’t know what to respond to an accusation like that, and she didn’t believe there was much truth in it. Draco’s face was unreadable.


“Well…” already as the word escaped her mouth she knew it sounded lame. What was a girl supposed to say to something like that, and really it wasn’t her problem anyway. Only if Eliza became bitter and decided to eliminate her did she actually have a reason to care about it, but of course being who she was she tried to say something sensible.


“I told her that I’m not and that she was the one who seemed to have lost all interest in me. And then everything got out of hand, and we found ourselves yelling at each other ending with Eliza pushing me out the front door and slamming it shut behind me.”


That sounded nothing like the Eliza Hermione had met on various occasions. That Eliza had always seemed so calm like nothing could throw her of her balance, and now this?


“She must really have been mad at you,” Hermione commented hiding her thoughts as well as she could.


“And now she has left for France without making up with me,” he ended his retelling of the day and gulped down the contents of his glass in one mouthful.


They sat for a while close together on the patio listening to George tell a funny story about one of their customers, a boy of about seven who came in every day and bought one piece of enchanted candy, never more than one piece a day. Ginny laughed loudly and held onto Thomas’ hand tightly. Mr. And Mrs. Weasley seemed to finally have accepted that a joke shop was Fred and George’s life dream and both laughed without bitterness at the little anecdote.


“You could apparate to France and talk to her,” Hermione suggested and he looked at her again not showing his feelings.


“I don’t think anybody here would mind…” she let the offer hang in midair, but he didn’t catch it.


“No,” he said and was silent for a long moment before repeating, “No.”

[Hanna Mia Sunrose]

“She thinks I’m falling in love with you.”
See lause pani lihtsalt naeratama.
Väga nunnu.
UUT!

[Liz-Miia Parker]

Hummm. Ma arvan, et Draco on tasse armumas. Kui nad on Elizaga juba üle nelja aasta koos olnud siis see tähendab, et ta tunneb Dracot väga hästi. Ja selline asi ei jää tähelepanuta. Muidu ma arvan, Jonathan on siiski kahtlane...

[Lissandra Sylvania]

Two very stubborn people and a very big surprise.



The next three days Hermione waited patiently to hear from Ginny how everything was going with her and Thomas now living in the same apartment, she knew that Ginny would call on her some time to tell some details it was just a matter of time.


Before she heard from Ginny she got a call from Paris though. Jonathan had found out that it was very practical to have a cell phone and had therefore invested in one before leaving, as he had laughingly said: Sometime he just didn’t have the patience to wait for an owl to get the message to its receiver.

The week before he left the two of them had been phone shopping in muggle London and also bought him a designer phone with camera, mp3 and all the things that phones were supposed to have these days, even though he didn’t know how to use half of all its functions. Neither did she, she still had the old phone she bought when she moved into her apartment in London five- six years ago and it functioned well enough for her needs.

Now they could be in touch quickly and didn’t have to wait for Solitude, Jonathan’s owl to fly all the way from Paris.


He mostly called to say that he was okay, and that he was having fun with a whole bunch of third cousins he had no idea he had before his mother had presented him for them, when they arrived the other day.


He told that it was the whole clan of his that was in Paris so his uncle who was in charge had rented the whole hotel for their disposal for seven days, and the family had somehow managed to use every room in it.

She spent a half hour on the phone with him listening to him tell anecdotes about grandmothers and second cousins, he seemed to know them all, and when she finished she almost whished that she was there too, he had made it sound so fun to be at a huge family gathering for a week, but she doubted she would have enjoyed it as much as he did.




Draco walked around in a very grumpy mood the days after Harry’s birthday, she knew it had something to do with Eliza and the big argument they had had before she left. Eliza hadn’t called, written or visited since then and Hermione felt like an enormous silence ruled between Draco and Eliza even though they probably both wanted to make up again. The problem was that none of them wanted to be the one apologising, they were both too proud to take the first step even though not talking to each other were killing them.


“Don’t you think you should apparate over there and talk to her?” Hermione tried and shifted to another pose on the couch avoiding looking at him and sounding as casual as she could.


He knew whom she was talking about, but pretended not to.


“Talk to who?” he asked without looking her in the eyes and flipped a page of the book in his lap carefully. She just sent him one of those glances that spoke its clear language. Stop pretending.


“No, she started it,” he said and closed his bog with a loud ‘thud’ and gave her an angry look. He was clearly aware of the fact that he sounded like a three year old.


“You’re being stubborn,” she commented with her mom-tone.


“I know,” he mumbled and exited the library with hasty steps.




It was quite late in the evening and Hermione just about to put out the lights and go to bed when Ginny appeared in front of her with the widest smile in the history of smiles, the girls eyes almost looked like she had a fever.


“Oh my God I’m glad you’re still up!” she started without even saying hi or anything and grabbed Hermione’s arm and pulled her into a tight hug that almost crushed her ribs.


“What happened?” Hermione asked a little out of breath and sat down on the couch again. Ginny sat next to her for a second and then stood up again to stride back and forth in front of the fire, looking extremely restless.


“I’m getting married!”


“What?!” that caught Hermione off guard, it was only two days ago that
Thomas had moved in with Ginny and now they were getting married?


“Tomorrow!”


Hermione’s chin fell so low that she almost felt as if she had to pick it up from the floor, and she started at Ginny with eyes the size of teacups.


“What?!” she only managed to repeat.

Ginny stopped for a moment turning towards her oldest and best friend.


“We decided it two hours ago and I’ve been about to burst ever since, I’m just so happy I didn’t even think it was possible to feel like that!” then she started pacing again while filling Hermione in on the rest of the events.


“We moved all his things in yesterday and I felt like I never wanted to let him go, never wanted to let him out of my sight. We talked about it this evening and decided there was no reason at all to wait we just want to take our vows now.”


Hermione still sat completely speechless on the sofa. She didn’t have sense enough to voice her immediate opinion that it might be a little quick that the couple had decided to go into matrimony, but seeing Ginny’s eyes shine from happiness and the thought of her own marriage, which was even more rushed, she also decided it probably wasn’t her, who should tell Ginny it was too soon to get married.


“We want Draco and you to be our witnesses and we won’t tell our families anything but that we’ve gotten engaged and then we’ll take the whole family wedding thing next summer.”


The padding of Ginny’s feet on the carpet stopped, and Hermione noticed that the other woman had forgotten to put on shoes before she apparated to the manor and was therefore walking around barefoot, but Ginny didn’t seem to notice or care.


“Can you be there for us tomorrow? At five o’clock?”

Hermione finally returned to herself again and found the use of her voice.


“Of course we can, I don’t think either of us has any appointments tomorrow. And then maybe Draco can become a little happier, he has been in a foul mood since Eliza and him had a fight before she went to France…”


“Thank you!” Ginny cried and hugged her friend again.




As she didn’t own anything she thought worthy of her best friends wedding Hermione had went shopping in the Witch and the Wardrobe before she had to go meet Ginny and Thomas at the ministry at five.


When Hermione and Draco showed up at level four in the ministry building at five Hermione felt quite pretty in the light blue dress she had bought earlier, but as she saw the wedding couple standing nervously waiting outside the ministers office she could see that she was nothing compared to Ginny.


The bride was wearing a slim white silk dress, which looked nothing less than amazing on the redheaded girl, who had her hair hanging loose and carried a bouquet of greens with no flowers in between. Thomas was in the traditional suit and looked handsome as ever. Hermione wondered where they had managed to get a suit and the perfect wedding dress from on such short notice.


“Oh thank God you came!” the bride exclaimed as the Malfoy couple stepped into view, the girl did look a little bit nervous.


“We said we would, didn’t we?” Hermione said and calmingly stroked Ginny’s back. Ginny held tight onto her bouquet with trembling white fingers trying not to seem too nervous but failing miserably.


“I was so happy last night when we decided it and now I’m just really nervous and I just want to run home and hide under my bed like I did when I was five and wanted to avoid Fred and George…” she was rambling like a lunatic, but it seemed to make her feel better so Hermione just listened and watched Draco talk in a low voice with Thomas, who also looked at his bride a bit worriedly.


Hermione figured Draco was telling him that it was a female thing and that it was just nerves that would calm the minute the two of them stood in front of the altar.


“It’ll be okay, once you stand there and he asks the big question all your nerves have probably disappeared. Just remember that you love him,” Hermione’s words seemed to have a curtain effect because Ginny soon after stopped shaking and took Thomas’ hand.


“If it helps anything,” Draco said, “Then you look very beautiful today.”


He delivered the compliment perfectly and sincerely; it was true that she had never looked quite this good, her hair quite this shining red and her eyes quite this glazing happy before.


The door opened and the man who would wed them stepped out, Ginny and Thomas both took deep breaths and stepped into the ceremony room closely followed by Draco and Hermione.




The ceremony itself was short, precise and uneventful. What made those twenty minutes special was how right it felt that this couple were together and how happy they both looked.


After the formal stuff was over with the four of them went out to celebrate in the very same restaurant where Hermione and Draco had planned their wedding. It was more than perfect for an occasion like this with its special and magical atmosphere and the privacy of the tables, which was created by the trees and plants.


“Welcome to the Secret Garden Mr. and Mrs. Anchor, Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy, I’ll show you to your table,” the waiter said as the quartet entered the elegant restaurant. Ginny flinched when she heard her new last name but Hermione had gotten used to hearing Mrs. Malfoy and didn’t even think it was strange any longer. She had almost managed to forget that her name had once been ms. Granger.


“How weird is that?” Ginny whispered to Hermione with shining eyes as the waiter led them to a table at the back of the restaurant completely hidden by trees.


“You’ll get used to it,” Hermione winked as she seated herself by Draco’s side smiling to him. He had cheered a bit up during the ceremony and the taxi ride to the restaurant, but Hermione decided to order a good bottle of wine for them just to make sure he stayed that way, a couple of glasses of wine never hurt anyone…


“What are you saying wife?” Thomas asked with a silly mine and a goofy smile. When he saw the evil look Ginny shot him he explained: “I just had to hear myself say it, it still feels a bit unreal…”


“Strange is the word Thomas, strange!” Ginny said and smiled again. Hermione remembered that feeling, she had had it too the first couple of days after the wedding when she heard people address her Mrs. Malfoy and saw her name Hermione Malfoy on envelopes addressed to her. It was weird at first but after a surprisingly short amount of time she had gotten used to it. Humans have a fantastic ability to adjust to new situations extremely quickly, she thought.


“You’re not getting second thoughts already are you?” Thomas asked with a mock concerned mine.


Ginny leaned over and kissed him before answered that she definitely wasn’t regretting.


“Marriage is a good thing,” Hermione smiled.

Her friend laughed so hard that she couldn’t even tell the rest of them why she was sitting holding her stomach and gasping for air.


It took Thomas five minutes and a glass of water to get her calmed down so much that she could actually speak in whole sentences.


“Can’t you see the irony in that?” Ginny asked, but the rest of them just looked at her like she had gone mental.


“Hermione says that marriage is a good thing, I find it ironic to hear that from a person who is currently having an affair with her husband’s best friend.”


“Well I guess it is a little funny…” Hermione laughed.

[Liz-Miia Parker]

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