POV: Draco. Play the song lovers...😍💙😏

Hermione and I spent the rest of the day getting her and I's priorities in order for us to take off from our jobs and school for Hermione, and then heading to research about old fables and truths of curses in the local Diagon Alley Library known as,
'The Little Magic Shop Around The Corner.'

My sexily sweet and worrisome Hermione, was frantically reading a Curses Of Longevity book at the table, taking a break from her Muggle contraption I still didn't understand, called a computer or what she referred to as a laptop... I waved her another cup of tea silently with my wand, from the complimentary refreshments bar the library welcomed to it's patrons.

I joined her again, bringing a copy of the second volume of my books I'd been reading, referred to as the 'History of Curses.'

I sat down next to her, kissing her cheek, and flinched a bit with her slamming her tenth book closed. I jumped because, honestly, she scared me in a frightening kinky sort of way, that undoubtedly aroused me into endlessly wanting to fuck her on this table not giving a damn who watched us...  I swallowed hard and felt my mouth watering, trying to control my starved urges to have her, while watching Hermione running her fingers through her beautiful waviest of long honeyed streaked brunette hair, stretching her arms out, and gushing her troubles from those lips I had developed an obsession for... truth be told, I was vitally struggling through my venereal weaknesses to study her more than these fucking books.

"Well, at least there isn't a restricted section here. I'm off for another..." She sighed and began to wheel around in her chair to search for her next book of defeating curses, but paused suddenly, coming back to me and spoke again...

"Draco, we've been wracking our brains for hours. We're meeting with Blaise and Harry in thirty minutes... Are you absolutely positive, that I know the entire story?! Something isn't adding up! Wouldn't Bethany be a half blood if her mother was a witch?! Does the curse truly exist?! Maybe Bethany was sick of natural causes... I mean, back then the Mediwitches and Healers weren't up to speed in modern magical potions."

Hermione finally took a fucking breath, and I chuckled a bit, patting her upper bare left thigh and caressing her smoothed peachy skin, to calm her arse down in my tempting strokes and pulled her wooden chair with my free hand, to coming closer to me. She was reminding me oh so much of her Hogwarts Know It All days... however, she was right. Mum didn't tell her the other part of the story.

"You're right, baby... Mum, didn't tell you the entirety of the story, because, I think she didn't want to overwhelm you any further. So she left it up to me to reveal the rest... Madame Dorinda, was not Bethany's mother. Dorinda had a twin... and her twin sister's name was Delilah."

"Delilah... was Bethany's mother."

Hermione's brightly toasted chocolate eyes widening and glimmering with a hint of nervous angst, yearning to hear more, and sat as quiet as a whore in church, (my whore in church...) hanging onto every word spilling from my lips.

"Delilah and Dorinda, were both muggle borns. Born into a muggle family. Dorinda was granted her skills of being a witch. Delilah, however, never received the gift of magic. She remained a muggle and Dorinda flourished in her 'Merlin given talents,' going to school at Hogwarts, and finding her knack and passions for Dark Magic, while attending our alma mater."

"Dorinda almost thought she had everything in the world. Nothing was never or ever enough for her... For what, she truly longed for, above anything else, was for her love to love her in return. Delilah's husband, was the love of Dorinda's life, but he did not feel the same in return for Dorinda, for he loved Delilah instead... Delilah and Bethany's father were married quickly and she became pregnant with Bethany. Then under mysterious circumstances, Delilah fell ill and suddenly passed, just days after Bethany was born. Dorinda took and raised the child as her own, as well as taking Delilah's husband as her own, and held him captive under her powerful love spell of Amortentia, for the rest of his life." I concluded, seeing Hermione's provoking body tensing before me.

"Dorinda is a right nasty piece of work." Hermione spoke, looking scared. "Yeah, Voldemort didn't hold a candle to her." I teased with a perverse smirk. Hermione rolled her eyes and playful pushed me in my chest. I took hold of her wrist, mischievously dragging her into my body and bringing those luscious lips to mine.

She next, irritated the piss out of me, for abruptly ceasing our snogging, and I simultaneously wanted to punish her for stopping me, by tying her scrumptious naked body to my bed posts... while I was rounding third base and trailing my hand up the middle of her left thigh, coming inches to enticing her tight little dampened cherry crux, for my fingers to remedy her stressful anxieties. Hermione frantically stood out of her chair, realizing time had gotten away from us...

"Draco! Come on, Scabior only gave me a week off and my muggle friend from Cambridge, is taking notes for me, for only a week! We have to get going and be organized. Holy Cricket! We need to go! Look we're running late!"

Her paranoia was getting out of hand, to say the least... she needed a few extreme orgasms, if I do say so myself. And I was the one to give it to her. I knew what she liked, loved, craved, and lived for... Me... and hearing Hermione Granger, screaming my name in her ecstasies in what I was fulfilling for her, was enough for any wizard to be driven into madness.

Hermione and I waved our books back to their proper shelves to meet with my best friend Blaise, and his date, being as I harshly suggested him in my owl, to bring Daphne, because I could trust her, or at least I think I could trust her? Whichever way, he better bring her as his date or I'll kill him... because I knew him and the little pranks he loved to play. And with that being said, also meeting with the perpetually overrated arsebag scarhead, and his little red headed girlfriend.

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Hermione and I sat at our Wizardry of the round table for six at the famous wizarding restaurant here in Diagon Alley, known as 'Queenie's Little Italy.'

Queenie Goldstein and her Muggle husband, Jacob Kowalski, opened the Italian themed restaurant ages ago. Now, being ran by their grandchildren...

I only came here until recently, due to pressures not being mine, that we're completely out of my control, to be able to come to a restaurant run by a muggle man and his family.

Hermione and I were still adorned in our dress clothes for tea with mum and father. Seeing as how they still fit the proper attire for this joint.

Hermione's leg began to tremble under the table. I placed my hand on her thigh and leaned over to whisper in her ear... "Everything will be fine, darling. I promise, to try to be on my best behavior." I teased with her not liking it, giving me her scolding disapproving eyes and I forcefully kissed her in our delicious sexual tension of teasing banter. Turning into another intensely fiery round of snogging...

"Ahem... Aaahhheeemm..."

We stopped to see who was interrupting us, with Hermione practically being in my lap. And I didn't give an actual flying Thestral fuck.

The elf maître d' made his presence known in his sea-foam colored tuxedo, sounding extremely annoyed, and alerting us that some of our guests had arrived.

"You're joking right?"

The voice of my well known archenemy, Potter, huffingly choked out through his thick brain and traveling to his bothered bloody trap. The girl Ginger, whilst stood in shock of us, as we were almost undressing before them. Potter's voice was the only one we heard at the present moment. Ginger Spice, was frozen in disbelief with her mouth hanging open and eyes bulging out like a freshly caught fish, only being able to highly pitch grunt her emotions of surprise.

"Harry! Gin! Thank you so much for coming!" Hermione innocently conveyed, standing out of her chair to greet her guests...

Hermione acted as if nothing was peculiar. She kissed them on their cheeks and hugged her practical family. Then all three of them stared looking down at me. One out of the three, having a grin on their face, and you can guess who that was.

I stood to shake their hands and Potter opened his opinionated gob again.

"What the bloody hell, is going on 'Mione?! What are you doing here snogging with Malfoy?! We thought we were meeting with you and Ron! We thought you two had made up! Giving it another go!"

"No, Harry. Ron and I have been over for months, hell, even years it seems now... Draco and I are together. Our souls found each other again... It's always meant to have been this way. We knew you would never have come, if we told you before hand... Please, Harry, Ginny, if you love me and respect me as your friend and practical sister then you will trust me."

"What in Hogwarts hell, is this barmy shit?!" Blaise roared, coming around the corner, seeing us all standing... and he, was by himself?

"Mate, please. We'll explain..." I began to assure my friend. Then, Potter intervened which really pissed me off.

"Your Slytherin best friend, and my Gryffindor best friend, are an item now.... That's the latest news." Potter's seething kerfuffle was so justly pleasing, it was all I could to not start laughing.

Hermione took the lead, ready for the challenge, knowing I might start hexing him at any moment, because of his off putting insults and blunt disapproval of our relationship...

"This is not about that ridiculous archaic rivalry! Or old scores to settle! Draco and I are together, yes! We know it's a shock! Bloody well, get over it!! Now we've asked you to join us here tonight, because you are our dear friends and we trust you and we need your help! So now, will you please do shut it, so we can get on with why we brought you here! You're going to get over this or so help us we will do more than a threatening departure..."

Hermione brazenly stated, with her sexy hot temper and her bounteous cocoa eyes watering. I wrapped my arms around her tiny waist and pulled her into my side. Showing them that they will never tear us apart... She twisted her neck to face me, meeting me halfway and kissing our lips as one.

Our guests groaned and huffed in defeated agreement, finally joining us at our table.

I whispered to Blaise in his mind through Legilimency, asking where his date was? Why was he alone? He revealed, "Daphne caught that stomach bug that's been going around. We'll reschedule. I'm glad she didn't come, because I honestly don't know how she'd handle this. I don't even know how I'm handling all of this?!" He finished screaming in my mind, as I well then gave him my answer back plainly. "It doesn't matter what she fucking thinks, nor anyone else. If you are my best friend, as you say you are, then you'll honor who I've been sleeping with and eventually going to marry!"

"MARRY? THE FUCK?! ARE YOU MAD, DRACO?!"

I ignored Zabini, being to currently peeved to answer him and his ignorant comments, also worrying I may curse him and trying to control my anger... and quickly went back to the topic of why we were here.

Hermione and I explained the mission at hand. Potter was extremely apprehensive to help. However, surprisingly, The Orange Slice, was quite happy to help us and she even seemed excited? Almost as if, she was happy of our relationship and wanted it to continue.

Miss. Carrot Top, was asking question after question, while her Chosen One boyfriend, stared in hatred of me. I thought he might run across the table at any moment and start choking me.

Ooohh, I just love to see that fucker try me... he'd be on the floor convulsing and foaming at that mouth in two seconds...

"Well, where can we find her? Do you have any idea of her whereabouts?" The Tangerine Fanta, inquired us with sincere concern in her voice and mammoth looking green eyes.

Hermione explained some of the details we found this afternoon...

"Dorinda's well over two hundred years old by now. Dark magic, Eternal Youth and Immortal Beauty were all essential thriving powers to her. She must be using an aging potion to staying young. We know Dorinda has been hiding in the states to keep her pasts of London away from her. Little does she know, The Wizarding British Invasion is about to abruptly awaken before her, again..." Hermione turned and smiled at me, making my heart race just as it did, when we were having sex for over two hours...

"My beautiful girlfriend discovered a lead through something referred to as The Internet?" I paused to view Hermione, to make sure I correctly spoke the Muggle terminology of technology. She sweetly smiled and nodded yes, for me to continue.

"On that Muggle computer... That there are a few shops located in certain areas that might lead to her. We discovered through our hours of reading up on facts in The Little Magic Shop Around The Corner and the Internet, that an anonymous witch or wizard has been running several successful youthful driven shops for our American Wizarding friends, over the years. We think Dorinda has something to do with these shops."

"Why would she have anything to do with the shops? What makes you think she's the owner?" Potter piped up... inquisitively full of mocking and folding his arms across his chest leaning back in his chair.

I countered my claim back to his arrogant lazy arse...

"Because, Potter... The three shops have are named after something extremely precious to Dorinda." I paused for dramatic effect. And gazed at Hermione for her to reveal her discovery she found...

"Filia Mea Cor Tuum."

"Meaning?" Harry rudely spat to Hermione.

"My daughter's heart..."

"This is ridiculous." Harry blurted and Ginny grabbed her boyfriend's arm and whispered to him. I thought of interfering in the conversation through my Legilimency skills, but opted out to be better on edge in our defenses.

Harry looked at her, cowing down to his red headed Medusa and she spoke for the both of them.

"Of course, we will help you. This is a bye week anyway for my team. So it's perfect timing." Ginny announced, reminding us and myself that she was a Chaser for the Holyhead Harpies.

I glared at Harry who was not too keen on helping his Slytherin enemy. Nevertheless, something made him want to help us, not just Ginny... I truly believed he wanted to, even if he'd never admit it. He couldn't deny seeing Hermione this happy with me, and witnessing his terrified best friend of losing what was making her happy and loved, even if it was me...

Next on the agenda, was my mate, Blaise. He was quiet and unresponsive during our entire speeches.

"Well? What says you, Zabini? Will you help us?" I inquired out of him.

"I never thought, I see the day where I'd be helping you stay together with Hermione Granger... but, you're my friend... My best friend, Malfoy. If this is what you want and she is who you're destined to be with, than who am I to judge?" Blaise darkly laughed with a hint of sarcasm in his tones, and suddenly we all started to join in a bit of laughter.

"Where are we going first?" Blaise questioned with an egotistical semi smile, and danger glinting in his dark eyes... I responded without feeding into his games.

"The three shops are located in Los Angeles, California. Seattle, Washington... and Austin, Texas. First, we'll stop in Los Angeles... There's a link as to why the shops are only located in these venues, but we haven't quite figured that out, as yet."

"We will set up rooms for us all in the local hotels for everyone tonight, and get a move on tomorrow morning? We can meet at The Leaky Cauldron at Nine a.m., alright with everyone?"

We all agreed, finishing the topic at hand for the night, and ordered some dinner of the infamous Greek Salads, Queenie's Specialty Pizzas, butter beer, and multitudes of giggle water.

We seemed to be breaking a generation of barriers between us. We actually were enjoying each other's company for the first time in, well, ever...

Our dinner had adjourned and we all stood to bid farewell, when Potter and I were standing next to each other. He stuck out his hand to shake mine and spoke to me in my head, through his subpar Legilimency techniques.

"I swear, to everything that is holy and magical, that if this is a Malfoy prank or joke being played on us or especially Hermione... I promise, you will answer to me." Potter threatened.

I retorted with a hint of my pompous prick tendencies.

"I know this maybe a bit of a shock to you, Potter... but not everything is about you." I punched my statement to him, circling straight back  for my heart, when I instantly thought about or talked about the witch I was in love with...

"I'm in love with Hermione. She is the greatest woman of all realms, that I ever been with and the most beautiful creature to give me a chance, that has ever happened to me... And I'll be honest with you, because you are her best friend... This tale may or may not be true. I'm doing this to ease her mind and her heart."

"Well, you better hope this will end well for her. Because if you hurt that wonderful girl... I'll kill you, Malfoy." Potter warned again.

Our heated inward voicing of verbal threats ended with both of our girlfriends taking our arms to whisk us away. Blaise, the poor lonely buggar, just solemnly glared at us in jealousy. He scoffed off, not saying a word to me. I sure hoped he would be true to his word. I know this was hard for him to understand... but he would eventually get over it.

AHHHHH!!!!!! Here we go darlings!!!! Stay tuned for the trip!!!! 😍😍😍😍😏😏😏😏