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Here it is! The sequel to Beautiful Disaster is finally here! I don't know what's going to happen yet, just like when I began Beautiful Disaster, but, unlike Beautiful Disaster, this is written under happier circumstances! And these are that Beautiful Disaster has the most reviews of any of my other stories! Thanks so much, everyone! Mwah! Love you all! ^^

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I will never let you fall

I'll stand up with you forever

I'll be there for you through it all

Even if saving you sends me to heaven

Your Guardian Angel-Red Jumpsuit Apparatus

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The jungle was a very hot, humid place. It was filled with creatures of all sorts, of all levels of dangerousness. It is especially terrifying when one is alone. But when one is with someone, someone such as a close friend, it's not so bad. This is why Hermione Malfoy wasn't afraid of the jungle. Because she was with her best friend and husband, Draco Malfoy. When Draco was around, she knew she was safe. She knew she'd always end up okay as long as he was around.

He held her hand tightly, walking slightly in front of her, wand held out so he'd be ready for anything.

Hermione gasped quietly, and Draco turned his eyes to her.

Hermione brought her finger to her lips and gently let go of Draco's hand, creeping slowly forward, her wand held out and aimed at the reason they had made this long trek. There, perching on a rock, was the last of its kind, the poison rock fly. About five centimetres in diameter, this fly created the most poisonous substance on Earth and, when used properly, one could use this substance in all sorts of potion making. Potions imperative for Hermione's home healing.

Hermione stopped moving when she locked eyes with the fly. It was a very intelligent creature, but so was Hermione. Quick as a flash she had the fly stupefied. In the next moment she had it in a small container, where it would be kept at the right temperature and fed until she needed it for her potion making.

"I got it!" she exclaimed, running back to Draco to give him the biggest hug she could muster.

"That's great, love!" he replied, pressing his lips to hers. They stayed like this a moment or two before they pulled apart. Hermione smiled and dropped the container into her backpack before taking Draco's hand and setting off in the direction of their camp area.

"We got it!" Hermione exclaimed upon entering the camp.

Sirius grinned. He was leaning against a tree, swatting at the pestering bugs that filled the uncharted jungle.

"That's great!" he exclaimed. "Can we leave now?"

Hermione laughed and nodded. "Sure, Sirius. We can leave."

Shortly after Hermione and Draco were married, Hermione set up a Healer's office in their home. A few weeks ago, a great number of people began showing up with odd symptoms, ones Hermione hadn't even heard of in such a combination. Their tongues turned purple, they couldn't hold down their food, they suddenly lost lots of weight, they slept a lot, and patches of orange erupted on their skin. It was like something caused by a Weasley product, but much more dangerous. Hermione had been up until midnight for weeks pouring over volume after volume, trying to find the cure for such a strange illness. She'd consulted with Snape, with Remus, with every Professor she'd ever had who wasn't yet deceased. She finally found something as she was reading a book on Black Magic in the library of Sirius' mansion, Number 12 Grimmauld Place.

"It's not an illness, it's a curse!" she had exclaimed, jumping to her feet, knocking the book from her lap and startling Remus, who'd been reading with her, out of his wits.

"What are you talking about?" he had asked, removing his reading glasses.

Hermione had excitedly shoved the tome beneath his nose. "Right there! Read the description of this curse!"

Remus did so. "Hermione, even if these are the symptoms everyone's coming down with, how can they ALL be cursed?"

"I've been doing a bit of research, and it appears that everyone who's come down with the illness has been in contact with Death Eaters within the month," Hermione had replied.

It was then that they finally found out what was happening-Rodolohus was cursing everyone and anyone who could get in his way with Black Magic, spells and curses created by the most evil members of the house of Black. There was only one cure, and it required quite a bit of time and very rare ingredients.

The poisonous rock fly was only the first ingredient, but it was one of the most necessary. It was a start.

Hermione had brought with her Snape, Remus, Sirius, Ron, Harry and, of course, Draco on her travel through this uncharted jungle. She would have brought along Ginny, but the poor girl was the most recent to fall down with the "illness," and so she had to be left behind.

They'd been gone for four days searching for this fly, and now they could finally go home. They just had to wait for a few of the others to return from their own search, and they would be off.

Ron and Harry were the next group to return to camp, so they simply had to wait for Snape and Remus and they could leave.

"Congratulations, Mione!" Harry exclaimed, throwing his arms around her lightly. "We're nearly there. I knew you could do it."

Hermione grinned. "Couldn't of done it without your help, Harry."

He shrugged, knowing he really hadn't done much.

"What's next?" Ron asked as he lumbered over, hands in his pockets.

Hermione glanced at him quickly before she dug through her backpack for her notes. She and Ron had returned to speaking to each other, but other than that, they really didn't have much to do with the other. Ron hadn't gone back to Lavender after Hermione married Draco as she'd expected he would, but remained single. Harry told her that Ron said he didn't want anyone anymore. It broke Hermione's heart, but she couldn't do anything about it. She was over Ron, and she'd married Draco. That was it.

"Next is a stinger of the Rat-Scorpion of the Ringo Desert," she said, replying to his previous question.

He nodded and returned to his tent to pack up.

Hermione sighed, but forgot all about it when Draco's hand plopped down on her shoulder. She spun around and hugged him. He grinned. "What say you we pack up quickly so we can go home and celebrate?" He winked.

Hermione returned the grin and bolted from his embrace to the tent, followed shortly by his laughter.

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Here it is, chapter 1 of the sequel to Beautiful Disaster, Your Guardian Angel! I hope you liked it! It's a little different, but please give it a chance. :)

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