RP: Possession is 9/10s of the law.

[pb_draco]

Characters: Draco Malfoy, Hermione Granger (with Crookshanks, Osiris, Lucifer, Fleck, and Cookoo all kibbitzing.)
Location: Granger-Malfoy flat of shouting and boxes
Date: 16 May 2000
Status/Warning: Private/Language (It's Malfoy doing manual labor, what sort of language would you expect?)
Summary: Moving day
Completion: Complete

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[pb_draco]

"No photographic evidence, then. I promise. And if we get that Pensieve you wanted, we'll make sure they never get their hands on it."

Draco stifled a quiet groan and dropped her hand to cover his face as he felt that pink blush moving in from hairline to collar. "Not ... exactly. Sometimes. Not often. Pretty rare, actually. It's more...." He made a soft noise, not believing that he was about to say this, but he knew his girlfriend. She'd keep questioning and he'd give up the information eventually anyway. Better to do it voluntarily.

Draco folded his arms over his chest, hugging them to him, and stared at the far wall to avoid her eyes. He spoke fast, hoping to skip over the majority of the humiliation, and tried not to feel his shoulders tightening up. "When I'm really stressed, or I'm really upset, I have to have them. Have to. I can't even--if it's bad enough times, I can't even get going without the boots around. I mean, I don't have to-to-to, I don't have to use them, y'know, don't have to actually, um. Wank on them. They

[pb_draco]

"Granger, I don't make sport of your hair anymore," he said, opening the album across their laps. "I can't imagine that I'd oh my god what happened to that poor man. Did one of those light plug-in wossnames attack him?" Draco had thought that it would be impossible for anyone to have a more bizarre head of hair than Granger had when they were young. He'd been wrong. So horribly, horribly wrong. The fellow in the pictures had to be her father. If he wasn't, then multiple families had clearly been cursed by a pissed off witch.

[pb_hermione]

Hermione snatched the photo album, snapped it shut, and hugged it to her chest. "I told you not to make sport of my daddy," she glared at him. It was painfully clear the Granger genes did not include good hair but she wasn't going to sit there and let Malfoy poke fun at her father or her grandfather either.

[pb_draco]

Draco held back the temptation to roll his eyes and poke fun at her for her reaction. She was clearly feeling sensitive about it, and his instinct to mock would not help at all. "I'm not, I'm not. I promise, that was the last one. It was just habit, Granger, I didn't mean anything by it. I'll behave myself, I swear. It was just unexpected, that's all." He picked a curl up off the back of her neck and twirled it around his fingers. "I love your hair. I like seeing where you got it. Let's keep looking at the pictures, please?"

[pb_hermione]

"I know it looks ridiculous," that was why she'd warned him after all, "but he's a good man. We can't help our hair any more than you can help being pointy." Hermione nodded, "All right, only no more wise cracks about the hair. You can laugh, but no insults."

She started to re-open the album only to be interrupted by Cookoo bringing food. "Thank you, Cookoo. May I have a glass of the pineapple juice if there's any left, please? If not, I'll have the orange."

Hermione opened the album at the beginning this time. "My parents were married in 1975. Only my fraternal grandparents were there. My mum's family didn't want her to marry my father, you see." She showed him their wedding picture and pointed to a jovial older woman with short blond hair. "That's my grandmother, Jean. I think I told you my parents gave me her name for my middle. That's my grandfather. He and my grandmother were doctors, Muggle healers. My grandfather has the family hair too. And no you may not pick on him either."

[pb_draco]

Draco made a gesture over his heart, an half-forgotten movement from childhood. "I promise."

He snuggled down with her in the sofa, one hand cradling her shoulder and the other cradling his coffee. "Jean, yeah. I remember, you told me about her. So these are just your father's family? Your mum's side didn't even show up?" Draco shook his head, disappointed for her sake. He thought that even if Lucius had disowned him outright for his relationship, Narcissa would still have made a point of coming to his wedding. She probably would force Lucius to come as well, and to behave himself. Draco tipped his head and kissed Hermione's temple as she turned a page. "So odds are good at least one of our children will have that hair. Rather looking forward to that."