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Title: Of Teletubbies and Belly Rubbies: Vignettes of a Boy and his Mummy
Author: [livejournal.com profile] phnxgirl
Prompt: #60 With her parents dead, Hermione misses unconditional love. All her friends are shacking up, and she's alone. She wants someone to love her unconditionally because she cares for them. Drying tears, kissing boo-boos - she wants to be someone's Mummy. Luckily, there's someone not far away in recent need of a mother.
Pairing: Draco/Hermione
Rating: R
Word Count: 4,567
Summary: A series of scenes in which caring and coping do not come in the most standard of ways, but is effective nonetheless.
Author's Notes: Thank you to B and K for looking over this for me, and to the mods for being so helpful and very understanding with deadlines! And despite the cracky title, it's NOT a crack fic! I just liked it! :-D
Disclaimer: Harry Potter with all its characters and settings belongs to J.K Rowling and her publishers, no money is made with this fanwork.

“And just where have you been?” Hermione looked up at Draco as he stumbled into the room. As she took in his appearance, she dropped the harshness of her tone and rushed over to help him. “Are you okay?” she asked.

“Does it look like I’m okay, Granger? I’m only covered in boils, have green hair, and only my wild, uncontrolled magic just freed me from a Jelly-Legs Jinx. It's eerily reminiscent of the train rides home 4th and 5th year. So much for goody-goody Gryffindors,” he scoffed angrily.

Hermione gasped at the thought. “Who was it?” She was livid. She was supposed to keep things like this from happening, especially from people she considered her allies.

After the Battle of Hogwarts, the school was rebuilt. Everyone who had not finished was invited back to return. In one case however, the student was mandated to complete the year.

Shortly following his 18th birthday, Draco Malfoy had been tried for crimes stemming from the war. As young of a Death Eater as he had been, he was sentenced to house arrest until school began, and then to full completion of the school year and taking of the N.E.W.T.s. He was restricted to in-class wand use only. His wand was held by Headmistress McGonagall in the interims. However, some of the other students liked to take advantage of this opportunity. Often on his way to his shared living quarters, Draco would be accosted by students, those happy to torment the boy who had spent years tormenting them.

In fact, the reason they shared the room, was for Draco's protection from instances such as these. The other returning students shared mixed house 2-bedroom suites as well, some rubbish about ‘Interhouse unity in the post-war world’. McGonagall figured most people would not risk crossing Hermione Granger. And she was right for the most part, but it only worked when they were together, hence Hermione's concern for his disappearance after classes this afternoon.

“Merlin, Granger, I know that you love that I'm your pet project but that doesn't make you my mother.”

She tsked at him in response, but otherwise stayed quiet, as she reversed his troubles with a wave of her wand.

Having been returned to a normal state, Draco fumed about the suite for a while, until, inexplicably, his demeanor changed.

“I’m just sick of this shit,” Draco’s tone had changed from hardened nonchalance to near breakdown. When Hermione turned, she found him lying on the couch, curled up into himself. She could tell he did not want to be bothered, so instead she sat down and began to work on her homework.

Hermione was in the middle of her potions essay when she heard Draco cry out in his sleep, “No, no!” then a small whimper. When she turned around to see if he'd awoken, she found him still in a fetal position, but now with his thumb between his lips. Hermione's vindictive side wanted to file away the image for blackmail material, but her noble, honorable side won out. With the worry lines from his apparent nightmare erased, Draco looked almost childlike, the thumb suckling only adding to that image.

But the nightmares didn't stay away for long. Hermione was disrupted from her studies when she heard a scream from the Slytherin on the couch. She ran over to his side to find him clutching at his face with a horrible grimace. Looking closer, she saw the skin was marred with many tiny scars that she had never noticed before.

“Draco, wake up!” The brunette gently rubbed his shoulder to not startle him. He was still screaming in memory of what must have been an agonizing pain. “What happened to you?” She muttered to herself.

“When Dobby dropped that damn chandelier that day in the Manor, I was hit with the glass shards. All over.” Hermione was startled, not having realized he'd awoken. “I didn't exactly have a wand to fix it myself, thanks to your precious Potter.” He spat the words, and Hermione looked apologetic.

“And then the Dark Lord figured leaving me to bleed, along with a few hits of the Cruciatus, would be a great punishment for not turning you guys in. You’re welcome by the way.” Then the sarcasm turned to a softer tone. “My... mother... she... she healed me, hours later, but it was too late to keep from scarring.” Draco paused, trying to collect himself. “Quit it with the sympathy looks Granger, just leave me be!” He still looked upset, so she went to give him space.

The fact that Hermione was plagued with her own nightmares, especially from that day, made her more sympathetic, so she backed off.

Hermione stood, asking, “Would you like some dinner?” Draco gave nothing but a grunt in response. “Would it kill you to be nice?”

“Just leave me alone!! I don’t need the sympathy; I don’t need your help. Go away! I just want to lay here without being hounded!”

“Why, you want to suck your thumb again like a little baby?” Draco sputtered and choked at the accusation. “Yeah that's right, I saw you earlier when you fell asleep.”

Draco's cheeks turned a brilliant rose color. “It's something I do to cope sometimes. No big deal.”

“Oh, so you don't just do it in your subconscious? Interesting....” She saw how ashamed he looked, and immediately ceased her taunting.

“I, um, well... It was a really hard habit for me to break. I'd do it at night to help me sleep. Nothing else would soothe me.”

“Hard to break? When did you stop?” She sat back down beside him.

“Mother helped me before I left for Hogwarts.” He ignored Hermione's surprised look. “Even then, for the first few months I had to sleep with the bed curtains drawn. It was hard being away from home, but I couldn't have the others teasing me. After that I had stopped, but since, well my mother's death, I've found myself doing it again.” He peeked at Hermione through his fringe, reading her calculating look.

“I’m sorry for what I said, Draco. I won’t judge. Get some rest; I’ll have some food for you when you’re up for it.” He sighed in relief and curled back into the couch.


“Draco?” Hermione entered the common room to find her roommate asleep on his favorite oversized couch, thumb perched between his lips. It seemed all he did was sleep these days. She set the plate on the coffee table, and perched on the edge next to him before gently shaking him awake. When he stirred, she spoke.

“Draco, hon, you need to eat some dinner. I brought you back a plate from the Great Hall.”

“I don’t want it,” Draco mumbled sleepily. He turned his face towards the cushion in attempt to brush her off.

“Damn it, Draco. You NEED to eat! You’re going to make yourself sick! Even through your clothes, you can see all your ribs.” She illustrated her point by running her fingers across them, making Draco squirm. “If you keep this up, you’re going to end up in the hospital wing! Then you’ll miss classes, which will violate your probation, and then you’ll end up in Azkaban. Harry and I didn’t speak for you at your trial just for you to throw it all away.” She saw the rebuttal on his face before it left his lips and continued. “And don’t think that the single apple and three crackers that leave here each day constitutes as eating. Yes, I have been monitoring that.”

She lifted Draco’s torso – his too light torso – and settled herself down underneath him on the couch, cradling him towards her. “Accio plate,” she whispered. When it reached her hand, she set it upon her knees, and began to break apart pieces to feed to the stubborn boy upon her lap.

After only a quarter of the plate was finished, Draco began to shift uncomfortably. “It hurts,” he pouted.

“That's what happens when you stop eating. It's okay, we'll go slower,” Hermione began rubbing slow circles on Draco's stomach. This soothing action caused Draco's eyelids to droop again, so she stopped attempting to feed him and just continued her caresses, and ran her fingers through his hair as well. After just a few minutes, he fell asleep again.

Looking upon the sleeping boy, Hermione took stock of the situation. Draco had been essentially orphaned, with his father in Azkaban and his mother's death a few months prior. He battled between being angry and aggressive and in a near breakdown state.

Hermione had to admit, she preferred days like today, where she could coddle him. She really found joy in being the motherly type. Her experiences helping with Teddy over the summer had been very therapeutic for her and showed her how much she looked forward to motherhood in the future. She just hoped Draco would let her tend to him in more moments like this.

Not wanting to disturb Draco, she summoned her Potions textbook and began reading ahead on the chapters for the next week. When she was just about finished, Draco began to stir.

“Mum?” His voice was quiet and young sounding. “Mummy?”

“No, Draco, it's me, Hermione. You fell asleep while eating dinner. You want to get up so you can sleep on your actual bed? You may be a bit underweight but you're still putting my legs to sleep.”

“Put me to bed?” Draco requested.

Hermione was surprised, but nodded and followed him to his room. As he got underneath the covers, Hermione stood there awkwardly, unsure of what to do.

“Aren't you going to tuck me in?” He solved her dilemma and she complied.

As she pulled the sheets up over the sleepy boy, he asked her in a small voice, higher pitched than usual, “Granger, will you be my Mummy?”

Hermione was surprised by the question, but it didn’t show on her face. She smiled. “Okay, how old is Mummy's little boy?”

Draco scrunched up his face in thought before answering, “Three? And will you take care of me like a mummy should? Pweese?” Hermione tried to hide the tears in her eyes, but Draco had noticed. “Why you cry, Mummy?”

“It’s nothing, sweetie,” Hermione didn't want to admit how good it felt to be needed again. Now that Harry and Ron weren't at the school, she was no longer looking after them as she had in the past. Not chastising them to do their homework, or helping them evade trouble. The feeling was happy, yet bittersweet. She sighed, “Of course. I'll take good care of my little boy.” She held her palm against his cheek, stroking softly against his cheekbone.

“Mama, I want Draggy!” Hermione was confused by his statement, until she saw him pointing across the room. Seeing a well-worn green plush dragon sitting on his dresser, she brought it to the bed and tucked it under Draco's arm.

“Draggy, huh? Creative name you have there, Draco,” she chuckled.

“Hush, I was two when I named him.” Draco’s voice returned to his adult register before rising again. “Goodnight kissies?” Hermione leaned over and placed a sweet kiss on his forehead. “Draggy wants kissies too!” He held the dragon up and smiled when she kissed the creature.

“Goodnight,” she bade as she rose from the edge of the bed. Before turning off the lights, she glanced back once more to see Draco snuggled into bed, thumb in mouth and dragon in hand. While she had never expected Draco’s request, he looked happier than he had in weeks, and for that Hermione was glad.


“Time to get up!” Hermione announced her entrance into the room. Draco tucked himself a little deeper into his bed. “Nope, nope, no hiding out. Time for school! I'm not leaving until you get out of this bed, otherwise you'll just go right back to sleep. Now up!”

“Could you please go, Granger? I promise I'll get up.” Draco looked oddly embarrassed.

“Nope, not happening,” she pulled down his covers and patted his behind to get him moving. Draco squirmed away from her as quick as he could while Hermione recoiled back. “Draco, did you wet the bed?” He responded by covering his head with his pillow. “There’s nothing to be ashamed about sweetie. Little boys wet the bed all the time.” She waved her wand and dried him off. “Tonight we'll just have to put you in a nappy since you can't be trusted with big boy pants.”

“What?! No, Granger, no way! Where would you even get such a thing?”

Hermione perched on the edge of the now dry bed. “You're the one who said you wanted to be little, my little one. Let's just try it. There are things called adult nappies you know, and even if there weren't, we do have magic here to help us!”

After classes that day, Hermione returned back to her room from running her errands - she needed supplies for Draco’s new evening wear. She found Draco asleep on the couch instead of doing his homework. Draco knew the rules, homework and revising before dinner, and then all the attention he wanted afterward. During homework time, he could decide if he wanted to be a little boy or not, as long as the work got done. She didn’t want to have to punish the boy, but his insolence had only been growing in recent days.

“Draco! Wake up!” she hissed at him as she knelt beside the couch. “I don’t see your homework done. Why are you sleeping?”

“I, um, I don’t know,” Draco whimpered back. “I was sweepy.”

“You know the rules, homework now, playtime later. If you don’t finish up, I won’t be able to play with you.” She paused in thought. “Unless you thought that would get you out of what we discussed this morning.” He gulped guiltily. “Absolutely not. That was not negotiable. In fact, I think we may need to impart that on you right now.” At hearing this, Draco jumped up and tried squirming away, but Hermione had planned for this possibility. A quickly muttered spell and Draco was flat on his back with his shoulders stuck to the couch. He wiggled, trying to get free.

“Come on now, sweetie. Stop making this difficult. I want to get this on you now so you're used to it before bed tonight, otherwise you won't sleep.” Hermione pulled Draco's robes out of the way before removing his trousers and pants.

“No!” Draco was blushing and pulled his knees up to hide his privates. He was squirming considerably, not unlike a real child.

Hermione placed a kiss on Draco’s forehead in an attempt to calm him. “Please let me do this for you. Mummies always take care of nappies for their babies. It's nothing to be embarrassed over.” She eased his knees back down before bringing the nappy close.

“You're lucky for one thing though, Draco. If I hadn't spent the summer watching your cousin Teddy, we'd be doing this the Muggle way. I'd never taken care of a baby in this world before then. Now, finish up that work before dinner.”

Hermione freed Draco and let him adjust himself in his nappy slightly. She left the room briefly and returned with something colorful in her hand.

“Madam Pomfrey doesn't think you're gaining weight back quick enough, so she gave me this supplement potion to give you. I put it in with some pumpkin juice in a beaker, perfect for my growing boy.” Hermione passed the bright cup over and Draco inspected it, creasing his forehead at the colorful creatures referred to as “Teletubbies”. Reluctantly, he began to drink from it. What Hermione wouldn't tell him is that the potion should also help him become acclimated to using his nappy, as one of the side effects was its diuretic properties.

Soon after, when all their homework was finished, Hermione brought dinner plates for the both of them. They sat on the floor, Draco slowly picking at the roast chicken before him. About halfway through his plate, he began squirming uncomfortably.

“Are you okay, sweetie?” Hermione had true concern etched on her face.

“I, um, have to go,” Draco said slowly, and made an attempt to stand up towards the restroom. Hermione pulled him back down.

“No, Draco, you have a nappy, you need to use it. If you wait a little longer it should happen easier.” He ended up back on the floor in a heap and pouted.

“But I don't think I can, it's too weird.” Hermione just shushed him and handed him his juice with the potion mixed in.

After finishing his plate, Draco leaned back against the couch and pressed into Hermione's side. She wrapped her right arm around his shoulders and rested the other on his stomach. Unlike when she helped him eat, this time she rubbed a little lower and with a bit of pressure on the area where his bladder sat.

“Don't push there Mummy! You're going to make me.... Oh,” he trailed off as he understood what she was doing.

“Draco, baby, just relax and it'll be that much easier.” She increased the pressure slightly and then let up when she heard him sigh in relief.

“Oh Mummy it feels nice, like when you hold me - safe and tight. My warm nappy feels like that!”

“Well it'll only feel like that for a few minutes before it gets cold, so then we'll have to change you. Let me go get the nappy bag.” As she left to gather the materials, she was puzzled by a noise she did not recognize. She returned to the common room and looked down, surprised to see Draco rutting against his hand, his nappy crinkling in the process. Hermione wasn’t quite sure what to make of the sight in front of her, but was able to admit to herself she was a bit turned on by it. Hesitant about what to do next, she sat back down next to the still moving boy.

“Mummy, hold me,” Draco whimpered, his voice gone deep with pleasure. As she grabbed onto him, he shifted so he was against her hip but kept up the movement.

Hermione was about to stop him when he cried out happily and relaxed, breathing heavily as he rested his head on her shoulder.

“Did Baby Draco make a big boy mess in his nappy too?” She chuckled at his happy face.

“Sowwy, it just felt good, Mummy. You take good care of me! Can we color now?”

“Sure, honey, let’s just get you changed first.”


“And they all lived happily ever after. The end.” Hermione closed the book and placed it aside. Draco didn't care what they read, even schoolwork revising, as long as she ended storytime with those two phrases. He really just enjoyed the soothing nature of her voice and that she cared enough to do so. It was a stark contrast to his real childhood, which was full of harsh tones and expectations, if there was any communication at all.

Hermione twisted from her cuddling position to set the book down, and then returned to snuggling the boy beside her.

“Thank you Mummy, I like stories.” Draco said, genuinely happy.

Hermione laid a kiss upon his forehead and thanked him. The deep wrinkle between his eyes did not go unnoticed however. “What's wrong, Draco?”

His voice sounded timid and meek as he spoke, “I had a favor to ask, but never mind.”

“Is this a big boy question or a little boy question?”

“Well it's a little one, but I'm not sure how you'd feel about it.” Hermione nodded for him to proceed and he did, “I wanted to know if I could... be fed... from you.” His cheeks flushed scarlet.

“You want me to feed you? Okay, let me go get your beaker.” Hermione moved to get off the bed but Draco didn't let her up.

“As much as I like the cup with those weird colored things on it – note sarcasm here Granger – I meant something else.” She looked down in confusion, then in realization as she felt his fingers trail across her breasts. “I know there's no milk in there, but I thought just the action would be nice.”

“Oh I see, well I guess that makes sense. You were breastfed when you were a baby then, yes?” Draco nodded.

“On the chance of oversharing, even a bit longer than that...” At Hermione’s widened eyes, he elaborated. “Not as long as the thumb sucking, I promise. It was my bonding time with my mum, once my father decided three years of age was old enough to be a big, strong Malfoy who shows no weakness. We’d hide away in the nursery and she would read to me while I ate. I was about four when the breast feeding ceased, though she read to me daily if she could get away with it all the way until I left for Hogwarts.”

“Okay then, how do you want to... oh okay,” she broke off as pale fingers began unbuttoning her nightshirt. “Given this a lot of thought have you?” She laughed.

“Maybe a little,” Draco responded with a chuckle and a slight flush to his cheeks. “You sure this is okay?” He waited for Hermione to nod before he pulled apart the sides of her shirt. He then settled into a position he thought would be most comfortable for the situation.

Draco took a tentative lap at her nipple before placing his lips over it. He was too enthralled in his actions that he missed Hermione grabbing her wand and muttering a spell. He jumped back in surprise when the first drops of sweet milk touched his tongue. “How? What? How are you actually producing milk?” Draco asked in a normal voice, sitting up slightly.

“You know how I said I took care of Teddy this summer? This is how it started. He was only a month old when Tonks died at the battle, and Teddy refused to eat except from a breast. So, your aunt Andromeda and Mrs. Weasley cooked up the potion to turn me into a wet nurse for him. They were too old for it to work on them.”

“How does it work? I haven't seen you making any new potions around here lately.” Draco was really curious about the process that was bringing him much happiness.

“Well the potion, which is very complex, actually just works to instigate the milk production. You must get your great potion making skills from your mum’s side of the family because Andromeda was AMAZING at putting together this potion.” Draco blushed at the compliment. “After the initial doses to get it started, milk can be turned on and off with this spell.” Hermione demonstrated and Draco enjoyed seeing the difference between the full and empty breasts. “Is this okay? I didn't weird you out did I?”

Draco chuckled lightly. “No. I asked for this, remember? I wasn't expecting to get milk out of it, but it's a pleasant surprise. I'm happy you're willing to share,” he spoke excitedly, then lay his head back upon Hermione's arm and began suckling again.

Hermione wouldn’t quite admit it, but she was enjoying the feeding of the blond “child” drinking from her bosom. It had been a fulfilling experience when she did it for Teddy, and even in this non-life-essential capacity, it was a bit exhilarating. She was hesitant to admit it, but she was slightly turned on by the situation as well.

Draco readjusted how he lay, trying to find the most comfortable position. As he found it, he made a deep sigh then went back to drinking the sweet fluid. His right hand had begun by resting upon Hermione's stomach, but it did not remain idle for long. Soon his fingers were trailing absently over her skin, across her ribs and then up to the breast he wasn't suckling on. The beauty of the lactation spell was that she could use it on only one side if she wished, avoiding unnecessary leakage. He circled her areola and then grazed the nipple, puckering it to a point.

Hermione gasped in surprise as she felt him tweak her nipple, arching her back at the sensation. She soon settled back down and got more comfortable. Her hand grasped his, and she guided him in attending to her breast as she liked. His fingers touching her body felt so good, she stifled a moan from passing her lips. She definitely enjoyed this as much as he did.

He suckled for a long while, and Hermione just sat peacefully, watching him as he ate his fill. She ran her fingers through his blond hair, humming softly under her breath.

Hermione was surprised when she felt wetness upon her skin. At first she thought she was leaking, until she realized it was coming from the boy on her lap. She didn't want to embarrass him initially, but when his sobs grew audible, even muffled by her breast, she decided to speak up.

“Draco, sweetie, are you okay?”

He reluctantly pulled away from her to speak, “I, well, it's just, I don't deserve this. I did... horrible things, things that should be punished, and yet here I am, relatively free. Then, Granger, there is you, taking care of me like there is nothing wrong with this scenario. And even though I asked for this, and don’t regret it at all, it makes me miss my mum.”

Hermione took this pause to readjust herself back into her nightgown and terminated the spell before speaking. “Draco, you’re allowed to miss your mother. You’re supposed to miss your mother.” She sat them both up as she spoke. “I’m not trying to take your mum’s place. I’m just taking care of a friend, and that, in turn, helps me. It’s a little selfish I know, but did you realize you’re not the only one whose nightmares have stopped?”

Draco thought for a moment, and realized he had not heard Hermione cry out in her sleep once since they began their arrangement. “We’re friends? You really don’t mind then? Even the nappies and the feedings?”

“Of course we’re friends. Do you think I would do this otherwise? And no, my sweet babe, I don’t mind. Mummy just wants to take good care of you. But, alas, it’s bedtime. Let’s get settled in.”

Hermione was caught off-guard when Draco suddenly kissed her, on the lips. It was definitely an adult kiss, and he didn’t let up until there was a need for air. “Thank you, Granger,” Draco said, resting his forehead on hers. “I mean it, Thank you for everything.”

Still reeling, Hermione took a few needed breaths before responding, “You’re welcome. Do you need a change?” A chuckle passed Draco’s lips and he shook his head.

The pair lay down upon the bed and Hermione grabbed Draggy off the nightstand. Tucking the dragon between them, Hermione sighed happily when Draco’s long arms wrapped around her. “Goodnight dear, sleep sweetly,” she said as she kissed his temple.

Draco was nearly asleep when he whispered, “Night, mama. I love you.”

“I love you too, Draco.” Hermione held tight and drifted off to a dreamless sleep.

Date: 2013-08-08 03:17 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] missingkeys.livejournal.com
Oh, this is beautiful. Somehow I'd never considered artificial breast feeding in the wizarding world, but I think it's glorious that you included that here. Draco in nappies was just wonderful too, and I love Hermione's no-nonsense way about putting him into them. I love that they've got such a caring, trusting relationship, and the closeness between them. Gorgeous work, and thank you so much for sharing!

Date: 2013-08-30 09:35 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] phnxgirl.livejournal.com
Thank you! The breast feeding was the 2nd thing I came up with for this story, after the thumb-sucking (which spurred the whole fic idea anyway). I liked that canon gave me a (somewhat) plausible reason for Hermione to have the milk/know a spell for it. And I liked it too, because this is a het story (this fest needs more het!! heehee), with a mother instead of a daddy figure, and I thought it would be a good way to illustrate a difference.

I went back and forth on whether or not to do a scene with the nappies. Ultimately, it stayed, because some of my other ideas didn't form enough to be usable. =/ I was happy with how it came out though, luckily.

Thanks for reading my very first published (non-drabble) HP fanfic! =D

Date: 2013-08-30 01:59 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] missingkeys.livejournal.com
The Mummy aspect was particularly glorious. I adore slash, but I just adore women as tops when it comes to Big/little relationships and wish I could read more stories like this. :)

Is it really your first? Wow! That's awesome. I would have been way too scared to start with a fest as my first fic, but you did such a great job. I hope to see more ageplay from you in the future!
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Date: 2013-08-30 10:22 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] phnxgirl.livejournal.com
I can totally see Narcissa doing that as well. Something I may want to revisit later... hmmm.

I was really conflicted when it came to the diaper play. Kept feeling it would be too overused, or too cliched. Then as mod [livejournal.com profile] lordhellebore reminded me, "It's an ageplay fest! This is the stuff we come for!" So I kept it.

Thank you for your lovely words!
Edited Date: 2013-08-30 10:28 am (UTC)

Date: 2013-08-08 11:56 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] blossomdreams.livejournal.com
Aww that is so sweet. I love their relationship and how they trusted each other so much for them to do this. So sweet, very nice. :)

Date: 2013-08-30 10:28 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] phnxgirl.livejournal.com
Thank you!! I really wanted this to show the growth of how a relationship might develop. So many ageplay stories are written as already established, or one character utters "Daddy" randomly and suddenly they jump right in, no questions asked.

I had to show Hermione and Draco developing that trust, since they begin with a little bit of animosity. Now there's room for all sorts of fun. :-p

Thank you for reading!


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