Finally, the first chapter of my new Dramione is here! https://archiveofourown.org/works/49058734/chapters/123768613
Summary:
In fact, after almost eight years of service in the Auror Department, Malfoy rose to the rank of chief adjutant of the Poitou rapid response gendarmerie and still did not understand what on Earth brought him from the north of France back to Mother Britain. Drunken meeting with the same Potter, Apparition after taking Dreamless Sleep, drunk driving, witchcraft in the middle of London at night, foul language (so what, that he was cursing in French? It turned out that Granger spoke it quite well) ... a list of Monsieur Malfoy, the chief adjutant's wrongdoings, could go on endlessly. And she continued, boringly mangling his name in a French manner. He wanted to vomit, and Potter kindly provided him with a bucket.
Despite his intolerable presence, she became very aware of the sense of protection he had over her. Perhaps it was, like he had said, his duty as the head of the Malfoy House.
But, remembering Draco from his time at Hogwarts, she found that she was always very fond of the way he was protective of the girls in his house. Pansy, Astoria, Daphne – Parkinson and Greengrass.
“I can’t believe I’m the one telling you this, but couldn’t you at least fake a smile?”
Draco emitted a growl which luckily no one but Hermione could hear.
Not that he cared in the slightest should any other guest spot his blatant displeasure in being forced in a damned tuxedo when only a few hours before he had proudly worn a t-shirt proclaiming him to be the BEST DAD EVER.
“It’s my birthday and I’m at a stupid Gala. I should be home with our kids,” he protested, sipping at the glass of champagne Hermione had put in his hand.
“Our kids are with our parents’ being excessively spoiled,” Hermione uttered in a casual tone.
“Then I should be in a hotel room shag…”
“Draco!” His witch hastily interrupted him in a hiss, her cheeks flushed crimson while her eyes widened at him. “We are not alone.”