The Assistant ✔️

77- Wedding Talk

"I'm not psycho... I just like psychotic things."
- Gerard Way- Which, describes me in every single way.

This is short, sorry, and I'm so very very that I haven't updated in forever, I've just had a lot going on and I'll be forever apologetic.
Love you all, darlings! Xx

Draco sat out on the  balcony, shirt unbuttoned, revealing his muscular body, legs stretched out against the deck chair, a book in his hands, and his hair swept slightly.
Hermione walked over in a long silver silk dressing gown, clad in her bra and panties ,and sat down on his lap, the cool breeze flushing her skin as Draco wrapped his arms around her, humming in satisfaction and kissed her covered back.
She sighed, breathing in the cool spring air, and smiled, leaning back into Draco's chest, her head against his shoulder.
"We"she began, "Are going to get married,"she smiled, exhaling peacefully.
Draco sighed, nuzzling his head against her back shoulders, breathing in her sweet natural scent.
"Finally,"
Hermione chuckled, running her fingers against his knuckles and bit her lip.
"We need to think of the venue, flowers, decorations, dress, brides maid dresses, s-"she rambled on and on, her mouth running like a humming bird non stop.
Draco huffed, a smirk plying his thin lips and he got up, taking her with him as an elegant light brown owl landed carefully on the balcony railing.
Draco picked up the paper that was fixed against it's tallen, and unfolded it, eyebrows furrowed; Hermione was sat on the deck chair, mumbling with worry at the amount of people who could be coming to the yet-imaginary wedding.

Draco's eyebrow raised as another beautiful bird came soaring down to the balcony, another letter fixated against its tallen.
He set aside the news paper on the small table beside Hermione, and untied the letter from its leg.
"Granger, Darling, There is a letter for you here" he groaned, handing it to her before grabbing the news paper again.
Hermione also raised an eyebrow, taking the yellow parchment from the creamy envelope, and scummed the neat handwriting against the page.

Dear Hermione,
I hope you are well, and I apologise for the informality of this letter.
The-

"Granger look-"

"Shh! I'm reading!"

Job that you were fired from is now open for you to take, Madam Vincent, the young lady from France, gave some very strange ideas, and I'm afraid that we need to get you back here.
The job you will get is right beside Minister For Magic, And I hope you will consider the odds that will be better pay for your family than working with the Aurors.
-
"Oh my god.."Hermione whispered, before passing the letter to Draco, a secret grin on her face and she bit her lip, tears in her eyes.
"You annoying little bastard,"she laughed.