THE DRAGON OF HOUSE BLACK

Chapter 31: Hermione Malfoy, Cursebreaker?

Draco

How is it that I've only just arrived home and I'm already so displeased?

Lavender and Ron are nearly humping on my favorite chair, the noises coming from the banshee are something I quite wish I could bleach my brains free of.

The most displeasing thing is however, that my wife is no where to be seen. Not to mention it seems I can taste some lingering sadness coming from her upstairs.

Frowning, I look over at the two idiots sucking face, but just about when I'm going to lose my temper they pull apart. And thank Merlin for that miracle. Lavender even tries to look a bit sheepish as she reaches forward, trapping a magazine from the coffee table in front of them.

Will that having solved itself, I mumble a curt greeting and have nearly successfully escaped their presence when I hear the creat- no the banshee known as Lavender full on screech.

"Won-won! This is- I can't!! How could I have never noticed this before?! This is devastating!!"

Against any sort of common sense, I turn, curious against my will to see what on earth has her so up in arms. Looking over Ron's red head, I wicked smile slowly graces my face, because I do in fact know exactly what has her in such a state.

My article from Witch Weekly, the one Hermione loves oh so much... the one I made sure is always on top of the table so I can watch her eyes widen and blush is clutched to Lavender's chest. With her face comically pale, and her shoulders slumped in utter defeat, I have to fight the laugh that wishes to break free.

"Bloody hell woman. What's it now?" Ron says, his hands on his hips, for once looking genuinely annoyed and totally flabbergasted with her. Usually he just has a look of a lost puppy around.. well everyone.

Shaking the magazine in front of his face, she yells, "IT SAYS LAW-ENDER!"

Ron looks at her with a frown of blissful ignorance. Poor bloke. Sort of. I mean he is willingly dating her so there's a certain amount of masochism that comes with that relationship, so its a bit hard to actually feel sorry for him.

Of course I knew of the mis-print. Little does she know that only I offered to buy a box, and this version didn't make it into circulation.

Why buy a box, you ask? So when I was twiddling my thumbs, drooling over a woman I thought I couldn't have, I could also ensure my half nude body was everywhere she may even remotely glance. Merlin, I used to live for those little moments when she'd try and casually quickly look at the cover that I'd spelled to always be face up on top of any surface its placed on.

Nearly ripping it, she holds the two sides of it so tightly, she stands on top of my chair to make sure its level with Weasley.

"THIS SAYS LAWENDER! ON THE COVER!"

"Obviously I'm missing the bit where this is devastating," Weasley says dryly.

My my aren't we showing we have balls today Weasel. Good on you mate.

Lavender sputters, opening and closing her mouth so much I'm sure she's caught any flies that dared enter my home. Turning I head back for the stairs, telling them without glancing back to have a good night. Which is the equivalent of, leave thanks-ish for coming and babysitting my wife so I can work because I'm an overprotective dragon.

Nearly halfway down the hall, Hermione comes out of her office, wiping sleep from her beautiful brown eyes.

"Bleeding hells. What has her so worked up down there?" He asks, yawning at the end.

With my eyes narrowed on her, studying her a bit closer.. something just feels different with her. Unsettled isn't even the word I'd use to describe the way I'm feeling with her, and how I irrationally want to murder Weasley for being near her. Hell, even Lavender, but wanting to kill her isn't a new reaction to her. It's like I'm recognizing everyone around her as a threat.