Ok, the better summary –
The great magical war is over and Hermione and Draco are school prefects and engaged. But all is not settled. News of the wizarding world has leaked into the muggle world and a few muggle extremists have formed a group known as 'The Human Resistance' and they dedicate their lives to the annihilation of the wizarding kind! One night, while Draco and Hermione sleep The Resistance sneaks in and kidnaps and brainwashes Draco! Hermione will now stop at nothing to find Draco and finally live out her happily ever after…
Sometimes you make me feel like I'm living at
the edge of the
world like I'm living at the edge
of the world "it's just
the way I smile" you said.
-- Plainsong, The Cure
"Draco, my darling, Ginny just called to confirm the wedding song for the reception…" Hermione cooed and she glided into the room, her Gryffindor uniform clean and crisp as she got ready for another new day at Hogwarts School.
"Did you tell her that we wanted 'Strange and Beautiful'?" he asked as he fuddled around with his green tie, growing frustrated by the second.
"Of course I did!" she said, walking over to him, a smile spread across her lips. She reached up and began adjusting the tie for him. He sighed as she stepped away smiling up at him. "There, all better!" Hermione patted his arm and turned away once more.
"I'm a powerful wizard and I can't even do my tie up properly!" Draco exclaimed, he walked over to the coffee table and picked up his glass of juice. Hermione was sitting at the table also, nose stuck in the newspaper, she placed it down momentarily and placed her hand on Draco's.
"Yes, but I love you for it," she replied, Draco smiled down at her as he drank down the rest of his juice. Gazing down at Hermione sideways, watching as she held the paper back up again, the canary diamond shining in the morning light. The large yellow stone on her left hand's ring finger smiled up at him, just reminding him how lucky he was.
Hermione and he had fallen in love almost simultaneously in fifth year, resulting in the mended friendship of their two houses, Hermione's Gryffindor and Draco's Slytherin. He proposed to her at the end of sixth year and Hermione said yes without a moments thought. At the beginning of seventh year they were named school prefects and shared a suite together. Now that the end of year seven was coming to an end, the wedding approached, as did their new life together.
Now when ever he looked over at his fiancé his stomach would twist and turn and his heart beat in places where it had never beat before he met her. When he lived under his father's roof Draco was taught not to feel anything but hate and never give up a grudge and always have a thirst for pain and revenge. But Draco never really understood why his father pushed that kind of life. Draco's heart had begun to slowly turn to stone the minute his father wrapped his arms around him as a child at birth, the regular beatings and constant insults never helped his self confidence.
His father always told Draco, "Its better to be feared then loved – people will always betray the ones they love…" and with that as the guidelines to live his life Draco arrived at Hogwarts, envying every person who had a kind heart. Spitting at them as they walked by, casting hexes at them as they laughed in the great hall, all the while wondering why he was never exposed to that kind of love.
Hermione's heart knew only love, her parents, muggle though they were, loved her ever since she was born and never had a jealous bone in their body when she excelled in witchery. She met Harry and Ron when she was put into Gryffindor and they all grew with each other, forming one strong willed and loving unit. Solving problems and facing great dangers in the war – though they all did… But in fifth year Draco began to notice Hermione, stealing long looks at her as she read, taking any opportunity to stand next to her and breathe in her shampoo scent. From the outside, Draco's ice heart could never stand the heat of Hermione's heart, but both of them felt differently – despite better judgement.
Draco had spent months of staring at her from a far, yearning and dreaming of her and, even sometimes, imagining little scenarios where he could speak to her for more then five seconds! After the Great War, Draco had proved himself a good man – but of course there were rumours, there were always rumours. So he never considered that Hermione would trust him enough to start anything with him – let alone grow to love him! One day they sat in the library at lunch, Draco sat about ten chairs down from where Hermione sat; he stared shamelessly at her – like he always did – but unexpectedly she looked up at him. The moment her brown eyes caught his grey eyes Draco felt his heart in his throat as he bravely stared into her eyes, and suddenly he watched as her mouth, that would always frown when in his company, turned upright into a broad smile. And from that moment on, when ever things got rocky; Draco remembered that smile.
They were finally together by March of fifth year but were bound by the separation of their groups by the war, but when Draco had to appear at his father's sentencing, life in jail, Hermione was by his side, holding his hand. Even though things had changed and hardships shaped them, Draco still found himself falling asleep, and finding himself in that library staring at that smile.
"I love you Hermione," he said, if he had said that out of the blue to anyone else they would have stared at him wit confusion until he explained what led him to say, but Hermione knew him too well too ask. When he started to have an idea she was the one to turn to him and guess right what it was. She smiled once more and looked up at him. "We'll get married and live happily ever after – I promise you!" She got up from her seat and brought the tall blond wizard in for a hug.
"Good," she said in a warm voice. "Come on, we have to get to potions." He sighed and walked away, grabbing his black shoulder bag, Hermione doing the same with hers, pausing to place the newspaper in it.
"You're taking the newspaper with you? Come on Hermione, you have enough things in your bag already!" he urged as they walked out. Hermione just shrugged, taking hold of his hands as they walked down the corridor.
"It has interesting facts on the muggle resistance! I wanted to leave the war behind me, and behind us," Hermione began to explain as they continued down, Draco taking in all the castle's elegant surroundings. "But now that the war is potentially melting into the muggle world, my home, well – you can understand why I'm so upset!"
Draco just sighed and drew Hermione closer to him and she laughed lightly.
"I'm talking to much again aren't I?" Hermione asked and Draco just shook his head.
"Just tell me all this fascinating news at dinner, love," he replied quietly, they were nearing the dungeon door and judging by the empty corridor they were late already.
"It's a deal!" she said as she kissed him once softly on the lips, opening the door and entering the room.
Draco lay on the bed, Hermione next to him, sitting up right and her nose still wedged between the pages of the newspaper, occasionally gasping. He sighed and looked over at her as she furrowed her brow in concentration.
"Dear lord," she gasped once more, turning and catching Draco's eye. "Apparently the resistance is closing in on the borders between our worlds! There have even been breaches of border security!"
"Hermione, don't worry yourself over this! You'll never get to sleep," said Draco. "Anyway, I'm here, right next to you! I won't let a thing happen to you my darling!"
He felt her sit back slightly but still kept the newspaper firmly in her hands as she read. He reached over and took the paper from her reluctant hands, despite her protests.
"Draco, please! I'm almost done! Then I'll go to sleep, I promise!" Hermione pleaded but he just put the paper on his bedside table, ignoring her pleas.
"Go to sleep now, my lovely, so as I can sleep knowing you are happily asleep next to me." Draco said as he settled his pillows down and straightened out the blanket. Hermione gave in and lay close next to him.
She yawned and rubbed her eyes, then looked up at Draco, running her hands through his platinum blonde hair. "I don't think I've ever met anyone one with such interesting hair colour! Goodnight, my lovely." And with final yawn she began to snore gently and Malfoy smiled down at her before falling asleep himself.