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Seven Years Since Hogwarts

Introduction:

This is the tale of how Draco finds himself left with three children alone. It is also the story of how Ronald Weasley's wife, Carmen, tries to find the last member of the Golden trio a spouse. And just maybe, if they could get past their differences, it will be a story of how two not-so-different people find just what they were looking for in the place they expected least.

Seven years since Voldie's rule.

When the Aurors lost their lives.

Seven years have past since school.

Ron and Harry both have wives.

Ginny Weasley is no more.

Her and Harry both got hitched.

Pansy Malfoy is no more.

Draco Malfoy has been ditched.

Three young children need a mom.

Theirs have left their father.

Draco wants to get them one.

His children need a mother.

But a twist is in our story,

Since Draco's said divorce,

The boy who once had glory,

Is filled now with remorse.

Dear Hermione, a heart breaker,

Waiting for a decent man.

Carmen wants to play matchmaker.

Mrs. Weasley has a plan.

How to get the two together,

When heartache she wants none?

Draco, rash, will always hate her.

How to make them fall in love?

There's seduction and advances.

There is hope and compromise.

Here's a tale of second chances,

In a world so full of lies.

Seven Years Since Hogwarts

Chapter 1: Without a Mom

Blaise Zambini slid a piece of parchment across the table at Draco. Draco picked it up, analyzed it carefully and slammed it back on the willow desk with a shutter. It was final. He was now officially the first in his graduating class to get a divorce. Part of him couldn't believe it. While he absolutely hated his wife, they had kids, and no matter what people thought, he was the only one in their partnership with even the slightest bit of parental instinct.

What other people thought no longer seemed to matter to him. Yes, it had definitely mattered before. That's why he'd gotten himself into this mess in the first place, but all of that seemed behind him now. He didn't give a damn whether his father approved or not, though consciously he knew he didn't. But now his kids were without a mother. Draco couldn't stand the thought. Clara. Jonathan. Thomas. None of them would ever see their worthless mother again.

Draco glared around at the women they formally called Mrs. Malfoy. She glared back at him. Draco noted how much make up she was wearing. She reminded him of a cross between a hooker and a raccoon. Inwardly he praised his kids on their timely escape. At least none of them were old enough to have born witness to how much of a slut their mother really was.

The woman signed the papers roughly. Draco was awed at how she could even manage with inch-long acrylic nails. "Nice outfit," he sneered sarcastically. His new ex just shot him more glares. She knew exactly how tacky he found her pepto bismol pink lipstick to be. She also knew how much he loathed her as she licked her upper teeth in disgust.

"Pansy, Draco, Cut it out. This is a legal office not a boxing ring!" Blaise snapped at the former couple. Pansy immediately flashed Draco a horrifically perfect grin. Draco narrowed his eyes in hostilely at her. Pansy looked over at Blaise and shrugged, pretending she had no idea why Draco 'was just so cruel.' Blaise understood Draco's position perfectly however, and paid her no mind. "Well," Blaise's voice smoothed. "You both are officially single."

"Finally. I can't wait to get out of this dump. Bye honey. Or should I say, ex-honey?" Draco snorted at her angrily. Pansy stood up and blew Draco a kiss. Then she left through the old intricately carved wooden door. Blaise stood up and sat in Pansy's old seat. Draco looked up at her wearily. Blaise sighed in relief that Pansy was finally out of her office.

"Her idea huh?"

Draco nodded solemnly. "No matter how much I hate her, I could never just shaft my kids like this."

Blaise smiled sympathetically. "Don't let skanks like her get you down. I completely understand your hostility."

"It's not getting me down. I'm glad she's gone. Completely and totally relieved. But how am I going to tell my kids why their mother never said goodbye?"

"Draco, it's not your fault that she's a wench. Some people just don't care about their children. But in my opinion, people like that should be shot and hanged."

"Speaking of kids, Blaise, how's Emily?"

"Still without a presentable father." Blaise mocked herself and her present situation. Draco laughed at the way she shrugged off her problems. Blaise Zambini had been what many would call loose in her personal life. Unfortunately that meant that she too was a single parent. Only in Blaise's case, she'd been disowned for it.

The two said their goodbyes and Draco got up to leave. His mother would be expecting him home at any minute. Then he thought about Emily, she had no one but her mother to look out for her. At least his kids had Narcissa.

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Hermione Granger got up to leave the Weasley's house. She'd come over on Auror's business to speak with Ron, but also to talk to Carmen, a very eccentric ex-Ravenclaw who insisted she was married to him.

"Oh, Ron, what's your number? I want to be able to pop in anytime I get bored of my empty flat." Hermione stated as an after-thought.

Carmen pulled a quill from inside her pocket and wrote the address on Hermione's hand. Hermione looked at her with complete shock. She figured she shouldn't be surprised though, Carmen did stuff like that all the time. It was almost a hobby of hers to be weird.

"There you are," Carmen stated whilst standing back up. Carmen flicked a strand of her ccinnamonhair behind her back. Hermione stared. The wavy hair had gotten about five inches longer since she'd seen her last. It was no longer to her chin and in layers; it was now well past her shoulders. Then she remembered with almost relief how in school Carmen had dyed it aquamarine. Her natural color was ddefinitelya step up, though admittedly, it didn't suit her nearly as well.

"Well you should expect me sometime in the next three weeks," Hermione said distantly while reading her hand. '"47 Lakeville Dr." Well, I suppose Ron likes it here. It ddefinitelyhas more space than the Burrow.' Hermione waved the two Weasleys goodbye, and apparated out the door.

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Draco looked down at the card Blaise had given him right before he left. It was for a divorce ccouncilordate doctor of sorts. Draco wondered if he should call. It couldn't possibly be worse than being married to Pansy, besides, his kids desperately needed at mother. And Draco knew that Pansy was gone for good, most likely run off with one of her boyfriends. Thus, it was probably best for him to just move on as quickly as possible.

Draco quickly copied down the address onto a piece of parchment and several dates for possible appointment times. Then he walked over to his Eagle owl and secured the letter.

It had been six years since Draco'd dated anybody. The next few years were going to be very interesting.

Draco looked up from his desk. He could hear the tremendous patter of small feet and the wrapping of their hands on the door to his office. Draco rose silently and hid behind the door, placing a tribal mask over his face.

His three children assumed that their father was not in the office and slowly creaked open the door. Draco jumped out to reveal himself and his children began to run in terror. Clara, five, ran towards and scurried into theover sizedd wardrobe, Jonathan, four, rolled under the desk, and Thomas, two, ran straight for his father's legs. Draco took off his mask and picked up his son.

"Daddy," the boy whimpered excitedly, "'ere was a funny man in the hous'!" Thomas's eyes were brightly lit by this revelation, as if itfulfilledd all the wildest hopes from his young life.

"Was there really now?" Draco asked the boy. "Well then, we'll just have to go look for him won't we?" Thomas nodded excitedly as Clara and Johnathan came out of hiding. Draco motioned for them to follow him.

"Abba," Claramurmuredd. "He tried to git us!" Draco shifted Thomas in his arms so he could stroke Clara'splatinumm curls.

"Well we can't have that now can we? Don't worry. We'll catch the scoundrel!"

"Faffer," Johnathan began, "Whaff's a foundrel?" Draco's smile broadened. Jonthan had evidently inherited Draco's old lisp. And while Draco finally did get over it, it didn't completely disappear until he was ten, resulting in no one at Hogwarts knowing a thing about it.

"A scoundrel, dear son of mine, is a bad man who's up to no good! And we're going to catch one." Johnathan jumped excitedly at the mere thought about catching a foundrel of his very own. He'd always been told stories of brave knights, and wanted very much to be one of them.

"Faffer, can I be a sqer?"

Draco smiled at his son'spronunciationn of squire. "Yes. And you will be the bravest squire the world has ever known." And even as he said it, Draco could hear his own father's voice finish the sentence. 'Because your a Malfoy, and Malfoys are always the best.' Draco thought about how he used to believe that. But after a failed marriage and watching your father carried off to Hendings (the wizarding prison created after the Dementors revolted) resulting in your family name meaning less than nothing, you think twice before telling your kids things like that. Draco did think about it though. Maybe if his father hadn't told him things like that, he wouldn't have ended up with Pansy. He would've appreciated mediocrityy. He might have dated someone who could love him.

A/N: And yes, Draco does have the cutest kids on this side of Venus! And they're really sweet too. I want his kids!

Sorry for some words ending uplikethis. My computer did it. I assure you it was not written that way. My spellchecker is just having a seizure.

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