6 and/or 20 with tomione or dratomione?
I’m going to do both - here’s number 6 with dratomione. I didn’t write smut though, because I’m a little evil. I promise I will make up for it with number 20 - expect lots of fun tomione impact play!
Hermione gaped at the sight in front of her. “I wasn’texpecting it to be … that big.”
Tom hums his agreement, “I have to say it exceeds myexpectations.”
“Rather grand isn’t it?” Draco says, smirking at the pair. “Ofcourse the real wealth is tied up in the entail. I own half of Wiltshire.”
“The insufferable half,” Hermione muttered, as she movedinto the Malfoy Gringott’s vault. It was truly palatial. She was surrounded onall sides by piles and piles of galleons, the gold glittering under the magicalsconces. There were a few chests near the door, but it seemed that most of theartefacts were stored further in the vault. She couldn’t even make out the backof the room, there was a large pile of emerald encrusted candelabra whichobscured the view.
“Do you know what we’re looking for?” Hermione asked, turningto look at her partners, who were still stood at the entrance to the vault.
“More or less,” Draco said following her into the vault. “Wehaven’t had a triad in the family since the eighteenth-century.”
“You’re sure the set’s still here?” Tom asked sharply.
“Of course. We’re Malfoys,” Draco drawled. “We valuetradition.”
“What are these?” Hermione asked, reaching towards a bookshelfstuffed full of volumes bound in tattered black leather.
“Don’t touch that!” Draco screeched, scrambling across a mountainof galleons to grab Hermione away from the shelf. He wrenched her away with anarm around her waist, her hand still outstretched.
“They’re cursed?” Hermione asked, turning in Draco’s arm tolook up at him.
“Everything in here’s cursed if you’re not a Malfoy. You’renot a Malfoy yet, love.”
“I’m not going to be a Malfoy at all,” Hermione said primly,pushing herself out of Draco’s grip. “I’d rather stay as Granger.”
“Not this again,” Draco sighed.
“I just don’t see why I have to change my name! And I don’tsee why I have to take yours.”
“Well that’s rather rude, Granger,” Draco snapped.
Tom just laughed, reaching out to capture the furious witchin his arms. “Rather be a Riddle, would you?”
“If it’s a choice between Riddle and Malfoy? Yes.”
Tom pressed a kiss to the top of Hermione’s hair. She leanedinto him, pressing her cheek against his chest. He rubbed softly at her back. “I’drather we were Malfoys,” Tom murmured.
“He’s gone, Tom. They’re all gone, we can be Riddles” Hermione said softly. She twisted her handinto his and rubbed her thumb against the signet ring he always wore. “Wecould be Gaunts?” She offered.
Tom laughed softly, “Do you think that’s wise?”
“I don’t think anyone could stop us.”
“True.” Tom pushed Hermione away from him slightly so thathe could look her in the eye. “You know why I want us to be Malfoys?”
Hermione nodded softly. “Power,” she whispered.
Tom smiled at her, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “Of course.”
“Found it!” Draco exclaimed, emerging from behind the pileof candelabra with a small box in his hands. He opened it and showed thecontents to the pair. Inside a set of three silver rings shone on a velvetcushion. Below the rings were a delicate bracelet and a necklace, both set withsparkling diamonds. “Allow me to present the engagement jewellery of Septimus, Unctuous,and Ariana Malfoy.”
“Unctuous? As in Unctuous Osbert? The Minster for Magic?”
“The very same,” Draco grinned. “Secret marriage. Don’tthink anyone in the Ministry actually knew how far Septimus’ influenceextended.”
Hermione gazed at the jewellery in awe. That revelation completelyaltered her interpretation of late eighteenth century wizarding politics andthe accession of Artemisia Lufkin, first ever female Minster for Magic. She hadto research this further.
“Later,” Tom whispered in her ear. “You can research Malfoyfamily history later. Now we’re going to celebrate our engagement.”
