Married in Hogwarts (Dramione)

Truth's Out

Hermione Pov

Draco and Ginny dumped Ron and Harry on the ground and then we all started eating the pancakes. "These are delicious, Hermione!" Blaise says.

Draco puts his arm around my shoulder, "Of course they are, a Malfoy made them."

"I didn't know Malfoy's made anything other than money," Ginny comments.

"So those cupcakes in Fifth year were so bad because..." I begin. 

"Because you weren't in Malfoy yet," he smirks.

"By that thought process, Luna should be good at baking," Blaise says.

Everyone turns to Luna and she laughs, "Father says that I make a rather good plum pie."

I love plum pie I think to myself. "Well then, you'll have to teach me how to make it."

"Isn't baking and cooking exactly the same as potion-making?" Ginny asks.

"You'd think that," I sigh. "I said that to Andromeda and I was lectured for half an hour about how completely wrong I was."
Draco snorts, "I would have liked to see that."

Ron and Harry groan so I say, "Should I put the kettle on?"

Everyone laughs, "I mean it has been an extremely long day," I continue. "Nothing better than a nice cuppa whilst your best friends are passed out on the ground because they got beat up."

Draco put a hand to my forehead then shivers dramatically, "That's awfully cold of you, love."

"Then give me a hug and warm me up, love," I chuckle.

He laughs and hugs me tighter, "That's sickeningly sweet of you," Ginny says. "Please never do that again."
"You get used to it," Blaise and Luna say dryly.

"Well it's time to wake up the numpties," Draco says.

"Aguamenti or charge hex?" I ask.

"Both," we all agree then whip out our wands then let out bolts of electricity onto the sleeping duo shocking them awake then we splash them with Aguamenti.

They both yell in shock, hair soaked but still standing up static, if we weren't controlling the hex they'd be dead.

Their eyes settle on me, "'Mione!" they exclaim in sync. "I was having this awful nightmare that you were married to Malfoy and then Ginny beat me..." they pause as they realise they somehow had the same nightmare and then Draco whistles to capture their attention.

"If you're quite finished," Draco chuckles. "I think Weasley has some apologising to do, Mya was knocked out for almost an hour."

Their eyes drop to Draco's arm around my shoulder, these two really do function on a single shared brain cell.

"Bloody hell!" Ron exclaims.

"It wasn't a nightmare," Harry says. "You two really are married."

"Surprise!" I chuckle "I slapped my husband for no reason! We ended up telling you anyway."

"Yes well it's fun seeing you mad, so it was worth it," Draco chuckles.

"Gin, Luna!" Ron turns to the seventh years desperately. "Please tell me this isn't happening."

"Oh it's happened already," Ginny says. "These two are so madly in love it's sickening."

"Have you seen Blaise lately," I retort looking at the boy in question? Blood rushes to Ginny's cheeks as Blaise chuckles.

"Why is she blushing?" Harry asks.

"How daft can they get?" Draco asks me, I shrug in response.

"Well since Hermione has pretty much outed me, I might as well confess," Blaise sighs. "Ronald Weasley, I, Blaise Zabini your sister's suitor. It's been cleared with your parents and most of your brothers, so the only person who can stop me now is Ginevra herself."

"You're not marrying my sister!" Ron roars.

"I don't think he heard the last part, love," Blaise tuts whilst looking at Ginny.

"I don't think so either," Ginny agrees shaking her head.

"So let me get this straight," Harry begins. "Malfoy and Hermione are married and they live together in the Head dorms and Zabini and Ginny are courting?"

"Wrong!" Luna giggles.

"Blaise and Ginny are unofficially courting," I say. "Ginny hasn't verbally accepted anything yet."

"She let me take her ring size today!" Blaise chimes. "So that's pretty much accepting me."

"That's why I say verbally."

"And this all happened without us knowing?" Harry continues.

"Lots of things happen without you knowing Potter," Draco says.
"For examples, my birth, Mya's birth, our seven-year-long friendship before we got married."

"Seven years?" Ron exclaims. "Since we started at Hogwarts?"

"I didn't know the Weasel could do maths," Draco laughs.

"Hush Dray," I scold, I turn to Harry and Ron again. "Dray and I have been friends since before the troll incident in first year."

"Over a month," Draco adds proudly.

"September 20th," Harry says looking at Draco.

"So you were paying attention," my husband laughs.

"And you two call each other Mya and Dray?" Harry says questioningly. "'Mya' doesn't make any sense."

"Well calling her 'Myo' would sound stupid, wouldn't it?" Draco retorts.

"I guess," Harry shrugs. "Why did you never tell me, after all we've been through?"

"Do you want to go through a list of all the time you've bad mouthed Dray?" I ask seriously.

"Please do Mya, I can use all my witty retorts that I have saved up."

"Please don't," Blaise, Ginny and Luna say in tandem.

Ron had been very quiet, Draco picked up in that, "If you must know Weasley, yes all of the expensive and cheap gifts Mya's been receiving were from me. It's a habit of mine to shower her with gifts."

Ron looks at me but doesn't respond.

"Dra..." he cuts me off as he continues to taunt Ron, "This also means that your futile attempts to flatter my wife were just a was of brainpower. Hermione is and always will be, mine."

"SHUT UP!" he screams then turns to me searching for help. "'Mione, what about all that happened in Sixth year and in the Chamber of Secrets?"

I wince, "I'm sorry Ron, Dray had stopped talking to me during Sixth year and I sort of rebounded onto you."

He looks at me heartbroken and my own heart smashes into pieces. He storms off into the hallway that leads to our bedroom.

The next thing we hear is the sound of glass shattering.