Infinity [D.M x H.G]

05. In which a contract is drawn

"Let's hear these rules then." Draco said, resting the tips of his thumbs together on the table.

"Well rule number 1 is that no one can know of this arrangement. Especially not our families."

"Right well, about that.." Draco trailed off shrinking away from Hermione's hard gaze.

"Who have you told this to?"

"I've told Blaise what I've told you, nothing else. But I think he'll figure it out if I suddenly spring up telling the other members of our group I'm going out with you."

"You have a point, for once anyway."

Draco looked up indignantly and was about to retort but Hermione stopped him beforehand.

"Fine! If Blaise knows then my friends do too."

"What so you can go on little coffee dates like this one with Weasel King? Merlin's pants no."

"Ron and I do not go on dates Malfoy! He and I are best friends." Hermione said.

"And I'm Professor McGonnagal," Draco muttered, "Fine Potter and Weasel King can know." he conceded.

"Ginny too."

"Yes Weaselette too."

"And you'll have to start calling them by their proper names if this charade is to be believed."

"Well then you'll have to get to know my friends too."

Instead of speaking Hermione pulled out a notebook and a pencil from her purse and began scribbling.

Rule No. 1- No one except Blaise & Harry, Ron and Ginny can know.

Rule No. 2- We have to get to know each other's friends.

"What else?" she looked up at him, hand still.

"You have to meet my parents, who by the way are very pleased to know this news."

"Likewise."

Rule No. 3- We must present a united front to our families.

Rule No. 4- Draco must attend the wedding.

"We have to establish a good cover as to how we got together in the first place," Hermione said, "any ideas?"

"How about there's always been some sort of unexplored chemistry between us, since our school days and we met up recently at you work, started talking and became friends. Then being the ever chivalrous gentleman I am, I asked you out on a date and we've been dating since?" supplied Draco.

Hermione raised an eyebrow "Gentleman, Malfoy, really? Grawp has better manners than you I'd say. And how'd you come up with the story so quickly?"

"Blaise's idea- he thinks that we have some sort of chemistry and I suppose he's right, we do look good together. I am of course quite handsome and you aren't so bad either." he told her, "Who's Grawp?" he added as an afterthought.

"Grawp is Hagrid's giant half-brother and now that you've displayed your narcissism I have no doubt when I say he's better mannered than you are."

Draco gaped, staring at her in shock, "Granger you did not just compare me to a giant!"

"Believe me Malfoy, I just did."

"Anyway, ignoring the fact that you think a giant has better manners than I, is there anything else?" Draco grumbled.

"No, I think this is about it. Oh wait- give me your phone number." she stuck out her hand, waiting.

"Why ever do you need that for, why can't we just use owls? Phones are a stupid device in my opinion."

"Well its a good thing your opinion doesn't matter. We can't use owls because we'll be spending an awful lot of time with my muggle family in a month and they cannot know who we are, you dimwit."

"You don't need to keep insulting my intelligence you know, can't you ever explain nicely."

Despite the complain, he handed her his phone and let her save her number into it. A moment later a text flashed by- 'hi'

"You need to see my mother soon, she's going a little beserk. How about this evening at 7? I'll come pick you up."

"Meet her when?" asked Hermione nervously.

"Today at 7?"

She nodded before glancing at her watch and standing up hurriedly, "I best get going, I have a meeting with the head of the Improper Use of Magic office in 5. I'll send you my address."

A while later as she climbed the stairs to her loft, a text beeped on her phone.

Ferret- thank you for agreeing to this, I had a good time today. Don't forget to send me your address :)

'So did I, thank you!' as she sent the text and looked for her keys in her handbag, Hermione couldn't help but wonder why it felt like butterflies were fluttering through her.

A/N: A lot of banter in this one, quite honestly its the best bits to write. A lot of banter and mush in the next one, hopefully the story will start to pick up soon!

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