Seeing Through My Eyes (Dramione Fanfiction)

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"Darling! You're ear- oh, and you've brought a friend!" Narcissa Malfoy greeted her own son with a civil yet stand off-ish facade without knowing it.

Hermione smirked at the irony then quickly stuttered as Draco's elbow smacked into her ribs, prompting her to introduce him to Narcissa. Everything in Hermione's head had left and she was at a loss for words. Talk about mind blank.

"Uh- I er, mother- this is er-" she stuttered with difficulty.

"I am Duchess Dominique Dubois, daughter of Louis and Caroline Dubois. I am sure you have heard of my family?" Draco cut in holding out a hand and speaking in a very strong French accent. "Excuse Draco's clumsiness. It is was the French call er, how do you say, les incompeténces?"

The change in Narcissa's demeanor was instant upon hearing Dominique was a duchess. That was to say, she didn't act so stiff. She remained guarded however. This was still her home.

"Pleasure to meet you Duchess." Narcissa inclined her head and gave a flicker of a smile. "Please, come in." She led the way into the foyer.

"My husband will join us for dinner later on. Forgive me for my lack of knowledge but I was unaware that Dukes and Duchesses were an upheld tradition in ancient pureblood families? I believed that titles such as the aforementioned were strictly a muggle term?" She gave a falsely innocent look at her own son.

Draco gave a smirk that was masked by a fake smile. "Oh quite the contrary, Madame Malfoy. You see, Kings and Queens, Dukes and Duchesses are all ancient witches and wizards. They ruled over both muggle and wizardkind and because muggles happened to be somewhat easier to conquer, we became the forefront of history as they know it. Wizardkind was where the hardship came. Centuries of my family have ruled over muggles and wizards alike and should you and your husband ever have the pleasure of being hosted by my family will hear all about this tale. For the time being, I will spare the tiresome story telling as you can imagine it has become quite a dull experience for myself. I will however stress this, a duchess title couldn't be more wizardkind than a warlock, wizard or common hag, we just keep the allure of it to a minimum to stay within the respects of our fellow muggle citizens."

Narcissa's features stayed neutral however her tone gave away her annoyance at being shown up in this way. "And why would opinions of such filth matter to you?" She almost spat.

"Contrary to what most snooty arsed, so-called 'ancient' pureblood families such as your own think, muggles are very valuable. As are muggle-borns. Half-bloods, all the same. Regardless of blood value, the reason the Dubois Family holds any pull in today's society is because we played smarter, not harder. Let's look at the facts shall we? Against all other blood statuses in today's society, who would you say is the miniority?" Draco's eyes sparkled as he put his mother on the spot.

"Purebloods." Narcissa said in a short tone.

"Exactly. Only a fool would rise up against all other blood statuses when you were the minority. Simple strategy. We remain on top in today's society because we rule our empire under one ultimate rule." Draco shrugged out of the fur coat of Hermione's he'd borrowed. "Diversity."

He left Narcissa standing in her own foyer looking gobsmacked. "Now, Draco sweetheart, you were going to show me the way to the kitchens? I want to help the elves prepare dinner."

If Hermione was dumbstruck before, it was nothing compared to now. She half wanted to laugh, she half wanted to apologise to Narcissa. Draco grabbed her arm and dragged her from the room.

Around the corner and out of sight from Narcissa, Draco slammed her up against the wall. "Granger!" He growled. "I didn't change into this stupid blonde bimbo and put on a fake french accent for you to freeze up like a first-year caught out of bed after curfew now PLAY ALONG!!"

Hermione snapped out of it just as she and Draco heard clicking heels, half a metre away, about to round the corner at any moment. Thinking fast, Draco seized her neck and pushed his small lips to Hermione's.

Hermione reacted and swivelled them round pushing Draco's broad frame against the wall and shielding their faces from the interruption by leaning her solid arm against the wall by their heads. Her stomach dropped as she felt Draco's tiny hand clench into a fist, grabbing at the hair on the nape of her neck and she deepened the kiss.

"Ahem!" Narcissa cleared her throat. Hermione broke off, the unexpected kiss forcing her back into character.

"Mother?" She said in an irritated voice barely turning her head.

"I- uh, nothing. Dinner's at six. I expect you both there." She turned on her heel and left.

As soon as she was gone, Hermione and Draco had a silent laughing fit and Draco led the way to the kitchens.

After dinner, Draco was hustled off to have tea with Narcissa and Hermione found herself in the study with Lucius once more.

"You will send the girl back Draco." Lucius commanded.

Hermione choked on the glass of Scotch she drank.

"What?" She spluttered.

Lucius had been staring out the dark window until now but at Hermione's response turned on his son. "You will send her home!" He said in a dangerously low voice. "She is not fit to be a Malfoy and you know it! All that nonsense about diversity! What a load of dragon dung!"

Hermione's stomach stirred with a kind of rage. "With all due respect sir, maybe it isn't her who is not fit for us, maybe it is we who are not fit for the Dubois Family."

"Oh Pissarse!!" Lucius yelled. "Don't give me that shit Draco! You know the way! And you will keep to tradition! OUR TRADITION! Not some french floosie!"

Hermione had a sudden realization as Lucius Malfoy stood over her shaking with rage.

She asked one question before backing down. One question that would most probably break her heart for him. "And what if she makes me happy?"

Lucius looked at his son. "You'll get over it." He downed his Scotch and threw the glass on the bench leaving Hermione alone.

"Dominique!" Hermione yelled across the Manor in a rage. "Dominique, where the hell are you?!" Draco came bolting from a side door of the foyer with Narcissa at his heels.

"What is it?" Draco said in his fake french accent.

"We're leaving! Get your coat."

Narcissa made no attempt to stop them or sort this out which told Hermione she was in on it too.

Confused, Draco grabbed his coat and Hermione dragged them out the door.

Back at the apartment, Hermione began taking off her dinner jacket and tie. She kicked off her shoes and went to grab her towel.

Draco had turned back into Hermione now and was watching her with interest. "Care to elabora-" he began.

"No!" Said Hermione as she slammed the bathroom door.

Draco rolled his eyes and kicked off his heels as he flopped onto the couch in front of the fire.

As he lay there, he thought about the kiss at the Manor. He'd enjoyed it. He shuffled round on the couch. He thought back to it. She was really into it. He even felt the growl in her chest when he'd squeezed her hair (which by the way he didn't mean to do). He knew that growl. That was his aroused growl. She was aroused.

Hermione blinked as the hot water ran over her face. She dropped her head forward and sighed as the water cascaded down her defined back muscles. That was one hell of a kiss. She thought back to the vibes going between the two of them just in that small space of time. What would have happened if they'd been there longer? Of course it had only happened because Narcissa was inches around the corner anyway but regardless....did he enjoy it? She secretly did. And that hair grab. Hermione knew that hair grab. She used it herself. She used it when....when she was turned on.

What in the world was going on?