It's Called Magic

Chapter One: Together

"Dad!" I begged, tears stinging my already red and puffy eyes. "Please! I love him!"

My dad slammed his fist against the wooden table so hard I thought it might have break. "He hurt you, Hermione! You remember, I remember! He was a part of it, all of it! You could have died!" My dad bellowed. A purple vain was pulsing on his temple.

 "Draco has changed! I know he has; it's not hard to tell! Please dad, just listen to me!" I begged some more. How come he can't understand me? If Ginny can, if Harry can, and even Hagrid can, why can't my own father? I knew my mother wasn't too happy about Draco and my engagement, but she trusted me enough to make my own decisions, I am eighteen after all, I'm classified as a woman now.

"He hasn't. Someone can't change that quick!" My father bellowed. He tipped over a chair on his hurried walk around the kitchen table.

My mum jumped every time my father walked near her, as if she was scared he would hit her. I don't blame her, my father looked murderous. My mum was just nervous looking; she was twirling her brown hair in her thin, and pale fingers; instantly I thought of Draco, and his pale, yet soft hands and beautiful face..

"Well, he did." I said, lowering my voice. I knew Draco was in the room down the hall, the bedroom door a jar open, his ears picking up everything my dad was saying about him. I can't imagine to know how it feels for his soon-to-be-wife's dad won't accept you. It must be hard; his mother is just fine with me, she actually welcomed me into her home with open arms. But I didn't feel exactly safe in Malfoy Manor, as I was tortured by one Bellatrix Lestrange.

"Hermione Jean Granger, I did not send you back to that- that silly school for you to hook up with every boy you meet!" My dad stated loudly, not caring Draco could hear, probably wanting Draco to hear every insault in hope he'd give up. But Draco would never give up on me, he loves me.

"I'm not hooking up with every boy I meet! I love Draco and Draco loves me!" I fought back. I didn't care who could hear me, I was speaking the truth and I have no shame in that. I just hope Draco would be happy about me defending him, instead of seeing it as me being utterly rude to my own father.

"You don't know that!" My dad roared.

"I do!"

"How!"

"YOU DON'T JUST PROPOSE TO ANYONE!"

The room went silent. My mother sat nervously in her chair, fiddling away at her fingers. My father stood before me, his hands gripping the top of a wooden chair sharply; a murderous look on his face that I have seen so often. Draco was still look from my room down the hallway, a face of mixed emotions with curiousity and frightened. I, on the other hand, was standing my ground, my fist clenched in a tight ball. At least, I was in my mind; in reality I could be cowarding on the spot, my hands unclenched and shaking from head to toe.

"I need some air." My father annouched sharply. He slammed the wooden chair to the ground and hauled open the door, stomping outside.

My mother glanced at me sideways before quickly getting up and turning on the kettle. "Want some tea?" My mum asked, her voice a bit shaky.

"What's up with dad?" I asked suddenly, causing my mum to jump on the spot. "Why doesn't he like Draco?"

"How about coffee?" Mum asked desperately.

"I mean, I've shown that I love him and that he loves me. What more does dad want!" I just couldn't wrap my mind around it; why couldn't my own dad just be happy about my engagement or just be happy that I am happy? This is the first time in a long time that I've been happy like this, I just wished we could all enjoy it. Is that to much to ask for? Really, is it?