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Chapter 9: Genius

Laughing! Laughing? Of all the things Blaise could have done, he chose to laugh at me. Bloody wanker. I came back this morning and told him about what happened and he laughs at me.

"It's not funny Blaise." I grumble quietly from the arm chair that I'm reclined in.

He laughs again. Harder this time. "No, you're right Draco. It's bloody hilarious!" He laughs some more as I shoot daggers his way. "I'm really impressed that you could put up with Potter the whole night. The whole idea of it is what's so funny. My apologies for laughing, my friend."

"It's still not funny." I swear, someday he'll get his.

"No, it's not. I shant laugh about you getting suckered into being friends with Potter."

"We're not friends." He raises an eyebrow at me. "We are simply just trying our hand at getting along for Hermione's sake."

He nods his head in understanding and stands up from his place on the couch. "Fair enough. We should get down to the Great Hall before there's no breakfast left."

In agreement, I rise up from my seat as well and follow him out. We don't run into anyone on our way out of the dungeons, or at all. But upon entering the Great Hall, I catch my loves eye as I head for my own table. I wish we could sit together, holding hands under the table, hiding our relationship from the world together. I want to be able to whisper sweet nothings into her ear as she blushes as everyone looks on. I want to be able to stand upon Slytherin table and scream to the heavens that I love this woman. This beautiful bookworm. My Hermione…she is no longer my obsession and yet she is.

I fucking hate my father. I would do anything to have wonderful, understanding parents right now. What I would not give to bring my Hermione home with me to meet my parents and for them to welcome her with open arms. For them to accept her and love her. For them to accept the fact that someday, she and I will be married and have children. Beautiful, smart children with curly blonde hair, some with blue eyes and some with her chocolate brown. They would be at the top of their class, with the best marks ever…

Wait. What am I thinking? Children? Marriage? Are we even ready to start thinking about that sort of stuff? I look across the hall to see her laughing with her friends. No, we're not ready for that. Not that it's a bad idea, we just need a few years and time for me to escape the clutches of my fucking father. We make eye contact and she smiles at me. Potter notices and nods toward me, his girlfriend gives me a small smile before the trio turn back to their conversation.

I feel so much better that someone other than Blaise knows, not just someone from my side of the relationship, one of her friends. She needs someone to be able to talk to about this fucked up version of Romeo and Juliet. Ha! That's exactly what this is, Romeo and Juliet. The Pureblood and the Muggleborn. I still love her though. I look to my friend, Blaise, sitting next to me. He gives me a sad smile. Almost as if he knows what I'm thinking about. He doesn't have to say it for me to get the message. I know what Hermione and I have will end badly. And I don't think I could live with myself if that something bad was to happen to Hermione. I'd die for her. Give my own life to let her live. I return the smile as I realize what the possible consequences would be if our relationship got out to the wrong people.

There was no way of getting out of the wrath of my father. He will kill me and there's no way for me to get out of death. The end of my life. All because of who I choose to love. Who I choose to be with. I feel Blaise's eyes on me again. I turn to look at him as well.

"There's a way, you know." He says quietly. A way to what? What the hell is he talking about? "To get away with being with her and not having to face him." What? I can be with Hermione openly? How?

"How Blaise? I need to know."

I know he can see the desperation in my eyes. "Somehow he dies," Like that will ever happen! That fucking man has more lives than a bloody cat! "or he gets caught, for real, with illegal, dark objects. Either in Malfoy Manor or on his person." No fucking way! That is genius! Why didn't I think of that before?

"Blaise," I turn to him, wide eyed. "you are a fucking genius!"

He laughs. "I've known that for ages."

"No, I'm serious! I can't be without her and as long as father is in the way, I'll never be able to be with her, let alone be happy." He smiles at me proudly. "He'll marry me off to some wench that I'll never love and I'll be miserable for the rest of my life. I can't go through with that."

Blaise agreed once again then frowned; I'm sure, noticing the worried frown upon my face. "Look, Draco, we'll figure something out. It may take a while to come up with something, but we'll do this and you'll be free."

I could only look to Hermione. "I hope so Blaise. I hope so."