Vexed- A Dramione Fanfic

17. The Package

(A/N)

Hello everyone, hope you all like the plotlines and don't think the characters are too OOC? If yes, then you can always write back to me.

Also, I try to keep the information as close as possible to the Potterverse so all the spells mentioned in this chapter are added after research. Although, *hint hint*, there is something that I have created in this chapter. Almost how the great JK Rowling herself leaves clues and hidden meanings that continue to baffle us till date.

Let's see if any of you can pick on the clue and decipher it :D

Love,
Mili

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He clearly did not wish to be discussing the contents of the package and even before she could pester him about it, they were summoned by Lady Fawley.

"I know you both are extremely busy, but I feel awful that you have been working so terribly hard on my account. You have also taken over the healing of the village folk in a few cases! So you must be thanked well enough. I have told Hector that we must host a dance in your honour."

The old lady gave the couple a kind smile as she sat tall and proud in her chaise once again. Her condition was better now that Draco was gradually administering the potion that he had created, combined with Hermione's knowledge of what should be the ideal diet for her. Balls were rare occasions in the modern world, and thus held, even more charm for the attendees. Both knew that a ball would serve as a distraction, but neither wanted to dishearten the aged dame. So, they beamed at her instead, meaning to show their thankfulness and excitement at the prospect.

"The ball will be on the day after tomorrow. Dress robes will be sent over for the two of you. The seamstress might like to look at your measurements once more dear Hermione. Consider all this a token of my deep gratitude for the two of you."

Hermione was really humbled but she just could not take all this! To top it all, the guilt of actually trying to figure out a way to return to the present and not working on the cure washed over them.

"My Lady, we are already honoured! This would be too much! I am sure I can arrange for appropriate clothes for the two of us by then." Draco assured.
"Precisely. Lord Fawley has compensated us enough that we can not only afford it all, but also afford other luxuries that we couldn't have before! We are already deep in your family's gratitude for us."

"I thought my life was over, but you gave me a second life. This is the least I could do! So listen to this old lady you both. These are my orders, not a request and you can't deny my request while on Fawley grounds." the older Lady Fawley admonished fondly.

They two reluctantly agreed. Draco left while Hermione was to go see the seamstress.

"Lady Zabini." The seamstress bowed. She hurriedly measured Hermione up and down. Hermione felt like a ragdoll but obviously, couldn't say that to her.

"What colour would you like your dress to be? Might I suggest a dark colour? It's highly in fashion for a new bride to wear deep hues."

A flash of smoky silver eyes crossed her mind and she recalled the conversation the old Lady Fawley had had with Hermione in the past. How she did not appreciate her husband's efforts. She decided maybe this was the perfect time to show her efforts to him as she picked the colour of her dress.