Everything You Ever Wanted

Definition:

"I tried to be perfect, tried to be honest. I tried to be stronger, I tried to be smarter. I tried to be everything you ever wanted."

P.S. Spoilers from HBP and Deathly Hallows.

Pairings: Hermione/Draco

Era: Post- Hogwarts

Genre: Romance/Angst

P.P.S. Sequel to 'Husband.'

Author's Notes: Due to the release of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, I've decided to include major facts that had happened in the book. Although there are some changes such as; Snape does not die, Dumbledore is dead. Fred, Lupin, Tonks are not dead. Voldermort is still alive and the Horcrux search is still on. If you're still confused about some things, you can contact me, or send me a review, etc.

Chapter One: Betrayal

In a darken cave, the rocks hit the waterfall heavily. His surrounding Death Eaters were preparing, but he was waiting. He'd been waiting a long time. His patience was wearing thin. "Lucius, what has become of your son?"

"I do not know my Lord," He replied.

"Do not tell lies!"

"My apologies, my Lord,"

"I gave your son a task and he has yet to complete it." He said viciously.

"I don't think he'll be able to do it My Lord. His failed attempt at becoming a Death Eater is starting to tire him but I'm sure I'd be happy to do it for you," said Lucius Malfoy.

"Very well Lucius, if Draco Malfoy does not return to me within the next two days without completing his mission, I will have you do it for him, and they'll be severe punishments when he returns." He knew that Potter was close; he just didn't have anymore time to waste anymore.

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Returning to Malfoy Manor, there were no sounds or lights on in the Manor. It seemed empty but he knew his son was here. It had been two days since his visit with the Dark Lord, and his son had not returned. He could tell that the Dark Lord didn't have time to waste; his failure of a son was impending danger on their mission. Lucius was once and for all going to stop it.

"Son- I demand you see me right now!"

There was no answer, but he heard the footsteps. Lucius Malfoy hadn't shown his face within this manor since his son had gotten married. He couldn't knowing who the wife was- a foul, dirty little mudblood.

His son came down the staircase at an easy pace, he didn't have a pleased look upon his face, but Lucius could have cared less. "I presume you know why I'm here."

His son nodded his head in understanding. "You were given a mission, and has yet returned to the hideout, may I ask why, son?"

His son's voice came out like a whisper, cruel, demeaning, but softly as if he hadn't spoken in a long time. "The deed was done; I saw no reason to return."

"You had strict orders to obey Draco, simple. You kill her and bring the body back to the Dark Lord. Where is the body Draco?" He saw his son stutter, shift his feet from side to side. "You didn't kill her did you?" Lucius asked, viciously. Once again his son disobeyed the Dark Lords plans, and this time it would be the last.

"You tell me where she is son and no harm will come to you, of that I'm sure; at least not from me."

"I'm sorry father, but that I cannot tell you."

"You truly are a disgrace Draco. You're no son of mine. You will do as I say and you will tell me where she is."

"No," his son said. Without another word, their wands stood at each other's throat.

"You're going to kill me son?" Lucius laughed a bitter, cruel laugh. Knowing his son could never match up to him. Though he was surprised to say the least that his son' wand point was directed at him and not at another victim.

"Don't underestimate me Lucius." His son said. His form stood over him by two inches. "I've been trained, far better and stronger than you. Don't think that just because you're the Dark Lord's seconds won't mean I won't kill you."

"I'll ask you nicely Draco, where is the girl?"

"Which girl father, there are simply too many of them in the world for me to acknowledge." His son was tempting him, driving his nerves crazy. But he would not give up, he came for a reason, and he would complete it. "Don't tempt me Draco; you know exactly whom I'm talking about."

His son paused, not saying a word, "Your wife Draco, I'll ask once more. Where is your wife?"

That had been the Dark Lord's plan all along, to bring the Golden Trio to their graves, one by one. Granger was the easiest target only because of the fact of his son selfishly married her. "Malfoy's don't love Draco, for once in your life you have to start believing that. We're loyal to those we trust and we don't turn back on our families."

"Exactly," His son said. "My wife is my family, and why should I tell you where she is, that would mean betraying my family, a Malfoy could never do that." He was contradicting his words. "What happened to Mother, father? She wanted to get away, away from this hellhole, and what did you do? You killed her, out of what reason? Oh yes, betrayal towards the family. She didn't want to follow the Dark Lord's plans, did she?"

"No, she deserved what she got."

"I'm surprised that you don't even care, your wife, mother to your child is dead because of you and you don't feel any remorse."

"I did what I had to do."

"Of course you did Lucius, and now I'm doing what I'm supposed to be doing, for my family. Not yours."

He felt the pit of anger towards his son increase a mile a minute. He'd been angry before at his son, but not like this. They were coming nearer, the end of the battle was near, he could tell. "Whose side are you on Draco?"

"There are no more sides Father, because I'm finished."

A green light flashed before his eyes before everything went black, fading into nothingness.

"Avada Kedavra!"

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Darkness loomed over the Burrow, the once happy filled home of the Weasley's was quiet. Rain poured down like acid, hitting every roof, puddles of mud clattered in disarray against the ground. There was no laughter, they'd lost so many before and they knew they'd loose again.

Pots and pans stood around the kitchen trying to stop the rain from pouring in from the roof. The Weasley's half of them gone, some had stayed. A knock was abruptly heard at the door. They stood in silence, wands drawn. They trusted no one. Harry was the one to answer the door, asking from the inside to who it was. They heard the distinct voice of someone they long ago trusted, their best friend formally known as Hermione Granger. Harry opened the door reluctantly, he didn't trust her not after what happened but wanted to know above all reasons as to why she was here.

"What do you want?"

She stood cold, frozen, rain spilling down her cheeks and her curly brown hair. Her cheeks were puffy from crying, red eyes as if she hadn't slept in weeks. "I'm-"

Her voice stopped suddenly, her feet crumbling, legs trembling. He took her in her arms and brought her inside, no matter how much she'd hurt him he wasn't cruel enough to leave her outside where he knew death could possibly take her.

Some time later she woke up, uncertain to where she was. All her memories came flashing back and realized she was back at the Burrow. She could hear whispers in the next room but continued to pretend she was asleep.

"What is she doing here? Why now, why did she come to us?" Hermione heard Ginny Weasley say, her once girl best friend.

"I don't know Gin; I don't have any answers for you. I'm just as clueless." Harry said.

She heard the footsteps move from the kitchen into the room where she was pretending to sleep. She decided she needed to come clean, about everything.

"Hermione?" Harry had crouched down and was looking into her eyes, trying to see who she truly was. Was she a liar? She'd betrayed them after all. But you can't help who you fall in love with.

"Harry, I'm-"

"Were you going to say that you're sorry, eh Granger or should I say Malfoy?" Ginny spat.

"Ginny please, there's no need to fight right now, all we want is answers."

"I shouldn't have come," Hermione said as she tried to grab her things and leave for the door.

"Then why did you?" It was Ron's voice.

She felt tears prick her eyes, "It's over, alright. You guys were right all along; Dra-co could never change."

"Come to a sudden realization than?" Ginny asked.

"Despite what you might think Ginny, I knew all about him being a Death Eater, and his ranks with Voldermort before I married him. I will always love him, even if I've left him, that's never going to change."

"Left him?"

"There was nothing keeping me there anymore. He chose the Death Eaters and Voldermort over me for the last time and I just couldn't deal with it anymore."

"Why leave him now, only four years later?" Ron asked,

"Because I found out, that I'm baring his child. He doesn't know and I don't plan on telling him. He didn't give me a reason to stay so I left." Even if it hurt her just to say those words, she felt the pain in her heart. She missed him already but she wasn't about to go back on her word.

"You're pregnant?"

"Yes," Hermione said tensely. "I'm not asking for you to forgive me for what I've done, but I'm asking you to understand."

"We do understand, we're not about to say we told you so, but the truth lies. Draco Malfoy will always be a Death Eater, a killer."

Author's Notes: This is the sequel to 'Husband', if you're confused; you might want to read that fanfic first. This will be a short sequel so don't expect too many chapters. I know you're anxious to find out whether or not Draco or Lucius is alive, but you won't find out till the next chapter. This chapter was mostly in Lucius and Voldermort's point of view.

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