Slytherin Love - Harry Potter One Shots

Draco Malfoy - Desperate for Hermione's Help (Draco x Hermione)

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One pleasant, summer afternoon, Draco Malfoy relaxed on a rare day off from work while he sat on the parlor sofa and leafed through a book.

After fifteen years of marriage, he and his wife, Hermione, had successfully established their careers and their family.

Draco had spearheaded the Malfoy business empire ever since his father's retirement.

Hermione was currently employed as the assistant to the Minister of Magic, working hard every day in hopes that during the next election, she may campaign for the esteemed position.

The couple's children were well on their way to growing up.

Scorpius Malfoy was a fine young man of fourteen. He was quiet but sweet, and talented on his Hogwarts house quidditch team, just as his father had been years ago.

Although Draco had played for Slytherin, not Gryfinndor, he was proud of his son regardless.

Rose Malfoy had recently celebrated her twelfth birthday. Intelligent and fair-featured, she had received Draco's quick wit and Hermione's kind heart.

While Draco lounged on the sofa, Hermione remained at her office.

Scorpius had gone off on an outing with his friends.

Rose kept mostly to herself, so Draco knew he'd have the rest of the afternoon to sit and-

"Daddy?" A quiet voice interrupted the parlor's silence.

Draco turned around suddenly and frowned when he saw his daughter standing in the parlor doorway.

Rose's brown eyes glittered with tears and her arms wrapped across her abdomen as she stood hunched over and whimpering, "Daddy!"

"Rose, darling, what's the matter?" Draco asked, scowling in concern. He slammed his book shut and tossed it on the coffee table in front of the sofa without a care as he raced over to his little girl, "What's wrong?"

"I don't feel good!" Rose cried pitifully.

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The head minister's floor in the ministry's main building was in complete chaos that afternoon over a recent press release regarding a new law.

As his assistant, it was Hermione's job to smooth the uproar and bring some sort of organization to the mound of papers and startled interns that bustled here and there.

Being muggle-born, Hermione saw the value of non-magical items. She had become the proud owner of an iPhone and she had forced her husband to get one as well.

Actually, Hermione would have been happy with any of the muggle smartphones, as long as she could communicate quickly and easily with her husband and children, but Draco had insisted that his family was purchasing iphones. Hermione had smirked when she watched her
pureblooded husband become so easily convinced by those chic muggle marketing campaigns that that fruit company produced superior machines.

Apple, was it?

When the small item vibrated in the pocket of Hermione's blazer, she sighed to herself as she reached in and answered the call, "Hello?"

"I am preparing to take your daughter to St. Mungo's. I realize that you're very busy, but I thought you may like to know." Draco announced very dramatically on the other end.

"St. Mungo's?" Hermione scowled in disbelief, "Why?......What's wrong with Rose? She was fine this morning."

"She's in a lot of pain, and she feels ill." Draco informed his wife.