Hermione's has been invited to the annual Granger Reunion. Oh whatever will she do. The worst part. Her father now wants to meet her entire adopted family. And all would have been well and good had her father not been the Dark Lord Voldemort. At lea...
Just so you know you won't understand the story if you don't read the part before this.
Hermione's Point of View:
I woke up to a large body curled around me protectively. Even though I was still lethargic, I couldn't help but smile sleepily before turning around and burying my head in his chest. I knew I needed to get up before the kids did but today it was Saturday and by Merlin, I didn't feel like getting up.
I sighed as I mentally prepared myself for the day. I tried slipping out of his grasp but he just tightened his hold over me and grumbled something about it being too early and needing sleep before burying his head on the juncture of my neck, exposing his hair to the particular angle of the little sunlight in the room, making the strands practically glow in the dimness.
Perhaps I need to backtrack.
I am Hermione Malfoy nee Riddle. Yes, gasp and deny it a bit but it's true regardless. Yes, I am the daughter of the Dark Lord and no, I did not help him try and kill my best friend. And also yes to the fact that I married my so-called arch nemesis Draco Malfoy.
I know, I know, how is it possible that the infamous Slytherin Prince ended up marrying the bibliophile Griffindor Princess? To be honest I know it sounds like a enemies to lovers story and I guess it kinda was. Hey! Don't judge me, I enjoy a good romance book as much as the next person.
Regardless we can discuss my parental ancestry and spouse choice later, for now, I need to go get ready for the day before the helions are up and about.
I finally managed to slip out of his grasp and walked to the adjoined bathroom for a shower and go dressed for the day. As I had some work in the Muggle office of Malfoy Inc. I had to dress up as a Muggle as well which is honestly speaking a hell of a lot more comfortable than robes. Who even like robes in the summer?
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Her dress {Which I am not able to edit cuz my laptop is being incredibly uncooperative.}
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