THE DRAGON OF HOUSE BLACK

Chapter 14: Diaries and Dickheads

After too much cake, and a lot of dancing by the fire everyone finally turns into their respective bedrooms inside. Well except for Lavender and Ron, they were booted and put into the tent we used when we were all on the run because Mrs. Weasley had had enough of her passive aggressive remarks.

Ron was sour about it all evening, but I truly believe he has no idea it's because of his girlfriend. The man is seriously dense.

We're sitting outside watching Pansy, Theo and Blaise argue about the merits of magical cosmetics, while Harry and Ron argue it hurts more than helps in their line of work when an owl arrives for Draco.

Laughing lightly, at Pansy's uproar at the "utter nerve of Potter and Weasley to dare call magical false advertising" I almost don't notice when Draco's shoulders drop.

"Draco? What's wrong?" I ask, scooting my chair closer to his. His sharp jaw is ticking a bit angrily, but I know its not directed at me.

"I've just received a letter from the owner of the Montrose Magpies. It seems I'm officially unemployed by them as of 2 weeks ago. They couldn't locate me to bring me in for a nice little sit down to do this in person, but seems they've lucked out. Cowards, the lot of em," he snarls, ripping the letter to pieces.

My heart breaks a bit for him, as it seems his career is now in crumbles simply due to what he can change into. Which by the way he was the entire time he was on the team.

"Well I've got to head back to Montrose sign some bullshit documents, might as well stop off in London while I'm out and handle the keys to our new flat and such. Fuck. If I don't take tea with mother soon she's going to track me down and bloody murder me in my sleep," he sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration.

"I'll come with, I've got to stop off in Kinnaber to pick up a few diaries from a muggle wife that married into a magical family right around the time Voldemort first rose to power," I say, rubbing my palm comfortingly on Draco's wide back.

Grunting his displeasure, he adds, "I'd much rather you stay here, or even wait on me. I don't like the idea of you being out of my sight. And I know that's a bit of over kill but.. Honestly its safer for everyone else that nothing happens to you," he growls.

Rolling my eyes, I decide to come up with a compromise to this entire situation.

"Pans! Come here for a second will you?" I yell. Turning her head abruptly she whips Harry with her long black ponytail, earning him a mouthful he tries to sputter out.

Floating over to me because Pansy Parkinson-Nott does not run unless she's in mortal danger, Theo, Blaise and Harry follow behind her. Such nosey boys.

"Yes my dearest darling Hermione?" She says, giving me a welcoming peck on the cheek.

"Would you be a goddess and accompany me to Kinnaber when Draco has some errands to run? When were you thinking of doing them?" I finally inquire.

"Tomorrow would be best really," he huffs, adding, "Best get it over and done with."

"Aw Montrose finally let you go Draco? They don't deserve your talented arse anyway. And I would but I'm scheduled for a photo shoot with my adorable husband for Witch Weekly," she says shooting Theo a sweet smile.

"I don't know how to feel about being called adorable. Especially when you call Harry and Draco handsome ripped gods," he frowns, eyes darting between all of us, "I'm going to start working out." He walks off nodding to himself in encouragement, while saying to himself, you can do it Nott.

Gah he's precious.

"I can take you Hermione, I've actually been meaning to head out that way to investigate a few leads," Harry chimes in helpfully.