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Hermione woke up the next morning alone. Frowning slightly, she summoned a robe and gently slid it on. Ignoring her need to shower, Hermione slid on some robes over some pajamas. She pulled her hair into a loose bun, knowing she'd deal with the mess of curls later.
She poked her head out the door, looking both ways. It was unusually quiet for a Saturday.
Figuring Tom was in his study, she made her way that way. Surprisingly, she didn't see a soul on her way there. Her bare feet padded along the hallway and she silently thanked the Malfoy's for having carpets everywhere.
She reached up and knocked on the large oak door. Silence greeted her. Scrunching her face up in confusion, she pushed the door open. Stepping inside, she saw it was dark in there.
"Lumos," she whispered. Nothing.
The room was perfectly clean. There weren't even papers scattered on his desk like usual. "That's weird," she muttered to herself before turning and closing the door behind her. "Nox," she said, the light at the end of her wand going out.
To be honest, Hermione was a bit miffed that she didn't know where Tom was. He almost always told her when he was going away on business, so she wouldn't worry. She would have thought, especially after everything that had just happened, he would have told her where he went. He could have at least left a note.
Making her way back to her rooms, she saw Draco running up ahead.
"Draco!" she immediately called after his retreating figure.
The blonde stopped and turned, smiling when he saw her. "Hello beautiful," he said, scooping her up into his arms and twirling her around.
Hermione giggled. "Put me down," she said, smiling at him. "What's got you in such a good mood?" she asked him, taking in his aura of happiness.
"Well, I'm a single man!" he cried, puffing up his chest ever so slightly.
"How?" Hermione asked, hugging him once more. She knew that Draco really disliked Pansy and was absolutely loathing his arranged marriage with her. "I thought the contracts had already been signed."
"They were, but after this morning, they have officially been annulled."
Hermione arched her eyebrow. "Well, are you going to tell me?" she demanded, putting her hands on her hips like she usually did when she was cross.
"Well, I thought I'd Floo over to her house to surprise her, and well, I walk into her bedroom to collect her and found her in a rather compromising position with another man," Draco explained, the smile still on his face.
She wondered if he'd been smiling all day.
"Infidelity like that broke off our engagement, my father telling Pansy's parents that he didn't want a whore for a daughter-in-law."
Hermione laughed at that. "Surely Lucius didn't use those exact words."
"Oh no, Father did. He was absolutely furious. The Parkinson's had been pestering him for so long about a marriage arrangement, and that was only on the stipulation that Pansy was not intimately involved with anyone but me. And well, they had lied about her having date other man, so Father was furious. To think they seriously thought they could fool Lord Malfoy, as if," Draco finished, rolling his eyes.
Hermione smiled at him. "Well, I'm happy for you. Now we won't ever have to see her pug face again."
"No, we probably will, just not as my fiancé," Draco said with a shrug.
It was obvious by his gestures that he was very excited and Hermione was so happy for him.
"Did you know who she was in bed with?" Hermione asked, walking down the hallway with him. The two of them were making their way back to Hermione's chambers.
"Theo Nott," Draco said with another shrug. "I wasn't too surprised. I knew Theo was interested in Pansy while we were still at Hogwarts, but eh, I hope they're happy because her parents are forcing her to marry him."
"Yes, well, I'm happy for you, Draco," she said, smiling at him. "But do you know where everyone is? Tom didn't leave a note or anything."
"Oh, I think he's off planning something with my father and Uncle Severus," Draco said, suddenly becoming a bit pink in the face. "But Hermione, why don't you go shower? You smell a bit." He crinkled his nose at her.
"Fine, I can tell when I'm not wanted," she huffed, although she knew he was only teasing.
"You're very much wanted, Hermione," Draco said, sincerity in his eyes. "He loves you, he really does."
She blushed. "I love him too."
Draco grinned. "Hermione, you've changed him. I… well; I had always thought I'd grow up unhappy. I'm not a murder, Hermione, and well, you've saved us all."
"Stop it," she whispered, her face turning bright red.
"Seriously though, Hermione. You've brought peace to the wizarding world, just from your love." A wistful look appeared in his eyes. "It's beautiful."
"Well, there's not peace yet, so don't be too sure." She sighed. "I'm going to get changed."
Hermione hugged Draco goodbye before going into her rooms. Chewing on her lip, she moved into the bathroom. Since she had the time, she might as well take a nice, hot shower. Turning up the water nice and warm, she divested herself of her clothes and stepped in.
She almost moaned at the sensation. Every day her body grew and stretched in more ways than she had thought possible. The warm water on her skin definitely helped ease the pain.
Finishing the shower, she decided that she'd wear her hair back today. She dried it with her wand before securing it back in a loose bun. A few strands dangled in her face, but she liked it that way.
Securing a towel around her body, she made her way into the bedroom. One the bed was a white eyelet sundress. Hermione picked up the note next to it.
I'm sorry for disappearing this morning. I had a few errands I needed to attend to. To make up for it, I've bought you this lovely dress and was hoping you'd wear it today for lunch in the ballroom with me?
Say about three o'clock?
See you there my love,
Hermione looked at the dress, admiration in her eyes. It really was beautiful and so casual too! She'd be able to wear it anywhere and for anything.
Slipping on the dress, she smiled when it fit perfectly. Her hands rested on her baby bump as she checked her appearance in the mirror. Glancing at the clock, she realized it was almost time for lunch. Dabbing a little lipstick on, Hermione deemed herself presentable. She slipped on a pair of nude color flats, seeing that her feet were to swollen for heels.
Making her way to the ballroom, Hermione slightly hummed to herself. Stopping just outside the French doors, she took a deep breath. She suddenly felt nervous, although she knew there was no reason to be.
Pushing the doors open, she walked inside, freezing when she saw what greeted her.