She Is Made Of Gold |Hermione Poly Fic| Book 2

Chapter Sixteen

Draco

He ate his lunch in silence, feeling sleepy still. In a few moments they would be off to Bulgaria. Viktor was visibly excited, moving quickly through the house. He ordered then all to hurry and finish the grilled cheeses that Severus had made.

Hermione stood, "Let's get married in Bulgaria."

"Really," Viktor asked shocked, turning about. She nodded and his face broke into a wide smile. It was gummy and Draco thought it quite cute. He picked her up, "Mia, this means much to me! My mother will be very happy."

"Severus," the older man hummed, while dabbling at his mouth. His pale lips were pulled into a small smile, "What do you think."

He shifted, reaching out to take both of there hands, "Nothing would make me happier. Draco."

He agreed, stiffly, "Should I invite mother?"

"If you'd like," Hermione mused and moved to sit on his lap. She kissed his cheek gently. He returned with a kiss to her throat.

The others stared at the pair. If either had a sense of humour, they would make out too. Draco was more likely to do something like that and he was occupied.

"As much as I'd love for you to continue, my mother is expecting us," Viktor said impatiently, tapping his wrist. He had adopted funny little mannerisms from Hermione. He didn't even wear a watch.

Hermione giggled softly, placing on final kiss on Draco's temple. He groaned when she stood and made her way to the fire place.

Viktor and Hermione went through, with the luggage. Draco stayed back.

"You've fixed things," he asked. Severus nodded. Placing his coffee cup in the sink he offered his hand Draco.

"I've heard it's best not to keep Nickolina Krum waiting. Shall we."

He hesitated, but only for a second, then he twisted his pale hand with the hand of the equally white man. The stepped through, calling out the name of Krum manner.

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Short blurb chapter. Sorry for my update schedule.