Hermione Gaunt [DraMione] {Wattys 2017}

9: Briella Elizabeth Louise Gaunt

~ Draco Malfoy ~

I absolutely hate Ronald Weasley. First reason, he kissed my fiancé during the second Wizarding War. Second reason, he has the audacity to talk to her like nothing happened. Third reason, he's been talking shit about her behind her back. Fourth reason, he's Ronald bloody Weasley.

He even has the audacity to tell Potter that he still likes Brie but is snogging Lavender Brown five minutes later. Honestly the guy is a loser. And I have to make Brie see that.

A week has passed since term has started and I've slowly but surely started to hate Weasley to the point where even thinking his name sends me into a foul mood and makes me nauseous. Maybe I shouldn't be thinking about how much I hate him right now then?

Brie and I have all of our classes together while we only have Potions and Defense Against The Dark Arts with the Gryffindor's. Which means in the classes we don't have with the Gryffindor's I can tell Brie what a terrible person Weasley is.

Currently Brendan, Blaise, and I are walking to Charms from Lunch. Brie is hanging out with Pansy and Daphne. They also have Charms but they left Lunch like fifteen minutes early because Pansy forgot something for class in the Dungeons.

"So...Brendan when are you going to tell Daph?" Blaise asks.

"T-tell Daph what?" Brendan asks, a blush creeping on to his face.

It's obvious that Brendan has a crush on Daphne. He stares at her with a dreamy expression on his face during meals and classes. It's a wonder she hasn't found out about his little crush yet. All of Slytherin house knows about his little crush, except for her.

"The fact that you fancy her" Blaise says bluntly.

"So? Even if I do fancy her that doesn't mean I have to tell her" Brendan says with a sigh.

"But you should tell her, mate. She might like you back" I reply.

"Doubtful. I could ask Brie if she knows though" Brendan ponders.

"She probably does" I say.

"Whatever, Draco. At least you and Briella are getting married so you can't complain" Brendan sighs.

I've liked Brie ever since I was a child and I even liked her when she went by the name Hermione Granger. A part of me knew that back then she was Brie but I was told that the love of my life was dead. Which was a lie, Brie actually never died. She was just sent away for her own safety.

"Yeah but she hates me and we're only getting married because it's already arranged" I sigh.

"She'll come around, Draco, I know she will" Brendan says, trying to make me feel better.

"Okay" I mutter.

We arrive in the Charms classroom and sit down in our seats. We have this class with Ravenclaw's so there's no chance that Weasel or Potty could be in here. My seat is usually next to Briella's and that's where I sit.

By the time the girls arrive, most of the seats have been taken. Luckily, I had saved Brie's seat for her. She sighs heavily before she sits down. Something must be bothering her.

Once Flitwick gives us some work to do by ourselves, I decide to ask her what's wrong. She's seemed sad all class and she's usually happy when in class. Other people in class are talking with the people sitting next to them so we won't get in trouble for talking.

"Is there anything wrong?" I ask her quietly.

She looks at me and for a second I think I can see genuine relief present on her face. Then she goes back to looking sad.

"Y-yeah. I don't really want to talk about it though" Brie says in a quiet voice.

Now I really want to know what's troubling her.

"Are you sure? You can talk to me if you need to talk" I reply.

I reach out and put my hand on top of hers, which is resting on the table. She almost immediately pulls her hand away, scowling at me.

"I know that, Malfoy" She says, still scowling.

"You can call me by my first name y'know. Since we are engaged" I said.

"Keep quiet about that!" Brie snapped.

"What? Are you embarrassed by me?" I ask, arching a brow at her.

"N-no. It's just that I don't have a say in all of this and it's quite frankly pissing me off" Brie says bluntly.

"I would feel the same way if I was in your place but I'm quite happy with this arrangement" I say with a smirk on my face.

"Why?" Brie asks, arching a brow at me.

"Because I've liked you for years, Brie. Even when you were Granger" I reply.

Brie looks at me with wide-eyes before her face returns to looking sad. I hope me saying that didn't make me sound like a weirdo or something like that.

"Thanks, Draco, I appreciate it. I'll tell you what's bothering me later" Brie says with a smile on her face.

At least she trusts me enough to tell me what's bothering her. If it's because of Weasel or Potty I swear to Merlin that I will hex them into the next century.