Planning
Title: Planning
Author: pokecharm
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 517
Notes/Warning: post-DH epilogue, 8 - ‘Beautiful muffin for a beautiful lady.’
She was trying to stay calm as she sat quietly in the busy eating hall in the Ministry. She had to once again, take charge of things, as her husband was too busy to be bothered with the marriage of their only daughter. She had no doubt that his aversion to the coming nuptials had to do with the groom, the only son of their long-time enemy from Hogwarts. She set the parchment out in front of her, wondering why she had agreed to meet at all.
She had the full list of relations on their side of the family that they’d be inviting, and she was awaiting the list from Draco, who she was to meet any minute. She surveyed the room again, but saw no sign of him. Her mind was churning furiously, trying to push any thought of work out of her mind. Her daughter was counting on her to make the wedding go off without a hitch.
She heard the dreaded drawl of Draco’s before he arrived, ‘Well, all alone then? You wanted me all to yourself?’
Hermione rolled her eyes and glared. ‘Can we please just get this over with?’
He grinned and set a pastry out in front of her. ‘A peace offering.’
She set her jaw. ‘I’m not hungry, thank you, though.’
He smirked at her. ‘So what’s all this about? Not that I don’t mind, but I do have a business to run.’
‘Yes,’ Hermione conceded. ‘I have work, too, but I want to make sure we’re on the same page.’
‘About the guest list?’ he asked. ‘You can’t be serious that we have to meet about this. Are you sure you weren’t just angling to see me?’
‘No!’ she uttered. ‘I am very happily married.’
‘Are you now?’ he countered. ‘That isn’t what it looks like to me.’
‘Excuse me, but although my daughter is marrying into your family, that is none of your business.’ Hermione was seething. She hoped she’d have the strength to suffer through this for her daughter.
‘Right,’ he commented. ‘Marriage isn’t always what we expect, is it?’
She eyed him curiously. ‘No, I expect not.’ It was a strange comment, especially coming from Draco. She knew he’d been divorced for some years, but didn’t want to pry about the causes. ‘But I think you can make it work.’
‘You need two people for that, I think,’ he said, staring at the table.
His voice was soft and Hermione that she saw a glimmer of what might be sorrow in his voice. ‘But they can make it work, no matter the odds, if they want to.’
He nodded. ‘So, did you need my list, or what?’
She nodded, thinking back on the various conversations they’d had. ‘I’m sure Rose and Scorpius can manage, they seem quite fond of each other.’
‘Yes, they do,’ Draco replied slowly, but his eyes were boring into hers.
She blinked at him, unsure if he meant something more, and pulled the guest list out, hoping the task would end shortly; the less time in Draco Malfoy’s company, the better.
Author: pokecharm
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 517
Notes/Warning: post-DH epilogue, 8 - ‘Beautiful muffin for a beautiful lady.’
She was trying to stay calm as she sat quietly in the busy eating hall in the Ministry. She had to once again, take charge of things, as her husband was too busy to be bothered with the marriage of their only daughter. She had no doubt that his aversion to the coming nuptials had to do with the groom, the only son of their long-time enemy from Hogwarts. She set the parchment out in front of her, wondering why she had agreed to meet at all.
She had the full list of relations on their side of the family that they’d be inviting, and she was awaiting the list from Draco, who she was to meet any minute. She surveyed the room again, but saw no sign of him. Her mind was churning furiously, trying to push any thought of work out of her mind. Her daughter was counting on her to make the wedding go off without a hitch.
She heard the dreaded drawl of Draco’s before he arrived, ‘Well, all alone then? You wanted me all to yourself?’
Hermione rolled her eyes and glared. ‘Can we please just get this over with?’
He grinned and set a pastry out in front of her. ‘A peace offering.’
She set her jaw. ‘I’m not hungry, thank you, though.’
He smirked at her. ‘So what’s all this about? Not that I don’t mind, but I do have a business to run.’
‘Yes,’ Hermione conceded. ‘I have work, too, but I want to make sure we’re on the same page.’
‘About the guest list?’ he asked. ‘You can’t be serious that we have to meet about this. Are you sure you weren’t just angling to see me?’
‘No!’ she uttered. ‘I am very happily married.’
‘Are you now?’ he countered. ‘That isn’t what it looks like to me.’
‘Excuse me, but although my daughter is marrying into your family, that is none of your business.’ Hermione was seething. She hoped she’d have the strength to suffer through this for her daughter.
‘Right,’ he commented. ‘Marriage isn’t always what we expect, is it?’
She eyed him curiously. ‘No, I expect not.’ It was a strange comment, especially coming from Draco. She knew he’d been divorced for some years, but didn’t want to pry about the causes. ‘But I think you can make it work.’
‘You need two people for that, I think,’ he said, staring at the table.
His voice was soft and Hermione that she saw a glimmer of what might be sorrow in his voice. ‘But they can make it work, no matter the odds, if they want to.’
He nodded. ‘So, did you need my list, or what?’
She nodded, thinking back on the various conversations they’d had. ‘I’m sure Rose and Scorpius can manage, they seem quite fond of each other.’
‘Yes, they do,’ Draco replied slowly, but his eyes were boring into hers.
She blinked at him, unsure if he meant something more, and pulled the guest list out, hoping the task would end shortly; the less time in Draco Malfoy’s company, the better.