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Do enjoy.
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Have you ever had a perfect life?
It was perfect enough you thought as if nobody can touch you?
I did.
I'm living a life like those in the movies which had a happy ending.
But, reality is not as beautiful as in the movies….
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'Draco, stop it! It tickles!', Hermione said as he nibble her ears hugging her from behind
'oh, come on. I miss you'.
'oh, don't be a baby, you just gone for two days!'.
'two days are dreadful enough without you baby.' He trailed a kisses through her jawline making her laugh. He loves her laugh. There something about it that makes his heart skipped a beat. Her laugh make he felt … happy. Something he rarely felt until he meet her.
They've been married at an early age of 19. After graduation at Hogwarts, he asked her for a date. She still remembered that day, his hand are trembling, his face flushed with embarrassment and anger. Of course he is mad. Asking a mudblood out for a date? It is a disgraceful thing to do for a pure blood, especially this particular pure blood. He spend 6 years, hating her, calling her names, resenting her.
Of course he still hated her the day he asked her out. It was all a bet. 'damned you Zabini! I get you for asking me to do this!', however, his Slytherin pride won't let him to lost the bet. With a clenched teeth, he asked her out, in front of everyone that watched with surprised that the Slytherin Prince asking an enemy for a date. "Granger! Come out with me to Hogsmeade this evening!", he watched her frowned face turns into pure shocked then into a flushed face of a school girl. 'tsk, I guess she had a feeling for me', he tought as she stutteredly agreed.
Little that he knows at that moment, it changed his life forever.
He was fallen deep. Too deep. He had loved her. Her smiles, her laugh, her mad flushed face, her brilliant words of advice, her argument with him, the way she look after he kissed her. Everything about her. She was strong yet vulnerable. She perfected him in every way. Yes, he fallen for her too deep. deep enough to make him drowned without her, deep enough to make him abandoned his family, betrayed the promise to become a death eater. All for her. Because of her, he felt simply happy. And yet because of her, he is now broken.
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Draco Malfoy woke up in the middle of the night with a difficulty to breath properly. It has been 6 years since he can sleep properly. Every night he dreamt about her. since the day she left him, he can't sleep properly and woke up every middle of the night with a difficulty to breath. He missed her. not one second he ever stopped thinking about her. the pain that he felt every single second are making him dying slowly inside. The pain is too much. "Hermione", he whispered.
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"honey, eat your cereal fast, mommy need to go to work early today, mommy had a meeting", said the golden brown haired woman.
" wait mom, let me finished this breakfast first, I might get indigestion because of you, you know", reply the pele blonde haired boy.
" you really know how to talked back huh, young man,".
" I learn from the best mom,".
Hermione Granger was busy washing the dishes while waiting for her son to finished his breakfast. he loves to take a long breakfast. he said he need to savored the food piece by piece. 'What a drama prince', she thought. At age of 25 years old, she leads a successful life of a working woman as an director of a huge catering bussiness. Living at suite apartment with her son, Yes, her son, Alexander Draco Granger. As much as she refused to admit, he has his father eyes, hair, nose and lips. Everything about him reminded her of him. The way he sleeps, smile, and the looks on his face every time he is happy about something. Suddenly she felt a heavy feeling on her chest. She clenched her chest, suddenly felt a sharp pain.
"mom, are you okay?",
She shocked. Quickly taking a deep breath tossing all the thought away , "yes dear, I am fine. Just a little tired I guessed,"
"tired? How can you become tired at this early morning?" the little boy smirked. Hermione rolled her eyes to his cynical comment. Alex had always been like that. A 'drama prince' she called him. Always overly protective to his mommy, overly dramatic, and undeniably charming for a five year old beautiful boy.
" come on then, you don't want to be late at your first day of kindergarden," said Hermione in a sing song tone.
They went down to the parking lot of the suite apartment, clicking a button that make one black BMW car make a 'beeping' sound. Entering the car, Hermione drove off to send Alex to his first day of kindergarden.
Hermione granger is a wizard. Former student of Hogwards School of Witchcraft and Wizardy. Friend of 'the boys who lived', Harry potter and Ronald Weasley. With an excellent result as an honorable student, she had guaranteed her placed to work at the ministry. However, she choosed to live in a muggle world. Living in New York, she lived a perfectly wonderful life. Of course his son knows who she is. His son however, does not show any sign of performing magic yet. She doesn't worry about it though, because children usually perform any magical ability at age of 7 to 10 years old. Her son is only five.
7 years ago, the golden trio of Harry, Ron and her had managed to destroy Lord Voldermort and all the remaining hocruxes. Most of the death eaters that survive the war, had been sentenced a life of prison in Azkaban. The malfroy couple however is forgiven because of Narcissa Malfroy act that helped Harry Potter, telling Voldermort and all the death eaters he's dead when she was asked to checked on Harry pulse after the avada kedavra curse upon Harry. That however, still does not mean that they had forget all their pureblood arrogance and pride. The Malfroy's still look at her as she is a filthy insect that should be crushed with no second thought. Their view of her never changed except for their son.
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'sir, your father wished to see you in his office', said a woman voice through Draco Malfoy's office door.
He shrugged. 'what does he want now', he thought.
His office as a vice president of Malfoy's Corporation was huge. With a large window surrounding the half of the room. He got the perfect view of the city. The room was decorated with green, silver and black decoration. His favorite colour and his Slytherin pride. His father had loose his job as a governer of Hogwarts. After becoming a death eater, his family seem to be paying the smallest amount of punishment. Losing a job at the ministry however does not affected Lucius Malfoy at all. Malfoy's Corporation has a lot of assets and investment. The Malfoy managed to live a well, wealthy life.
He walked to his father office with a lazy mood.
Knock knock
"ah, come in Draco," His father deep silky voice said.
" what do you want father?" he asked with a matured tone yet with a lazy expression.
" what, now a father can't asked his son to see him?", Lucius Malfoy asked cynically shocked,"you see Draco, Ergo had told me that you had a difficulity sleeping every night. he said you waking up every middle of the night and not been able to sleep back". He continued, "you see, as a president of this company and as your father, I do not want your personal feeling to affect your job, especially you are the heir of all this," Lucius said with an open arm.
'curse the house elf! ' Draco thought. "well father," he started, "since when you worried about my personal feeling?" he spat.
"this is not about the mudblood I supposed," Lucius said with a calm tone.
"what if this is about her?" Draco replied with feeling annoyed.
" we talked about this, Draco. That mudblood had been nothing but trouble and a threat to our pureblood line. Look what she had spelled you! You just like a sick love dog! I cannot ..",
" cannot what father?" Draco cut his father, " she is nothing but a gift to me. For once I feel complete. I feel happy. I feel loved. Something you never able to give!", he spat.
" what nonsense? I gave you everything from the best, you ungrateful child!", shout Lucius with rage.
" no father, all that you gave me is not because you loved me, it is because to show everyone how powerful and rich you are! I love her father. And I will always will. No gift from you can changed how I feel about her," Draco said leaving his father dumbfounded.
Lucius massage his temple, feeling crestfallen towards his son. His son that he loves above all.
Draco leave his father office without letting his father speak another word. He then apparated to the place of a one person that is willing to share his joy and pain. 'Zabini'.
