UNCLOAKED

Author's Note: Hello guys! I just had this idea popped into my head, hope you enjoy it! The perspectives I write about are from Draco's and Hermione's in 3rd person and Bella's in 1st person. I try to stay true to how the original books were written. Hope it's not too confusing!

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-tigr3ss

Disclaimer: All Harry Potter characters belong to J.K. Rowling & Twilight characters belong to Stephenie Meyer.

CHAPTER 2: Distant Memories

Draco Malfoy P.O.V

Draco's feel landed gracefully on the soft shrub of the forest floor. Hermione began to walk forward, in front of them was their cottage. Beforehand, Draco was able to buy this small cottage in the woods from an elderly muggle man in full cash, knowing he won't ask much questions and he won't be leaving a trail, the muggle man was now living somewhere east of here. Knowing that one day they would have to have a hastily exit, Draco took it upon himself to make sure his wife and he had a suitable place to live, a place not entirely amongst muggles, a place where it was safe to do their magic. Draco observed his cottage, Mimsy was delighted to furnish the small house, he kept this a secret from Hermione. She turned around to face him in awe with a slight happiness to her face, he couldn't help but smile back at her beautiful face, he enveloped her in a hug and gently kissed on her head, his mind getting rid of all the anxiety and worry. "This is absolutely perfect, Draco." Hermione said, she smiled up at Draco from his chest and he leaned down to give her a sweet, gentle kiss on the lips.

"Come on, we have to get inside. Then we have to put some wards up," He reminded her. She nodded her head and took his hand in hers as they walked along the dirt path leading to their new home.

The cottage that stood before them was covered in nature, vines already growing on the front most part of the house, the dark roof completed the creme painted wood of the body of the house. On top of the house there stood a chimney, along with a small brick path leading to the small steps of the front porch. There were some accents of dark green, matching his Slytherin heritage, and the door was painted a deep red for Hermione's Gryffindor heritage. Draco fished in his pocket to find the key, he gave the extra one to Hermione.

Hermione slipped the key into her beaded bag, "Do you have another spare key?" she asked. Draco nodded and handed her the third and final key. Hermione took out her wand and transfigured the key into a little cat statue, she walked over to where there was a porch swing and placed the cat statue onto the small table top at the end of the table. Draco raised his eyebrows, she smiled, "I miss Crookshanks, I hope he's doing okay with my parents."

Draco chuckled, "Your demon cat is fine, he's probably ripping up their furniture as we speak." Hermione laughed, a sad laugh.

Draco opened the deep red door, the living room was a decent size it was to the right of the entry way, it was furnished with a white couch that had its back faced to them, another smaller couch and an arm chair that stood adjacent to the chair facing each other, all couches looking expentionally comfortable with the tasteful throw pillows and blanket on top of it. In the middle of the assemble there was a dark wooden coffee table that had a few candles lit on top of it, with a couple of books. The other side of the wall there was fireplace that magically lit up upon their arrival, Draco looked at the window which had thick light blue curtains, he immediately closed them shut. Draco fondly watched Hermione as she squealed with delight upon seeing a small bookshelf by the fireplace.

Deciding to explore a bit more, Draco walked into the kitchen, the theme matched the living room, dark hardwood floors, the countertops were a grey-brown color with white cabinets. With further exploring, Draco noted the first floor had the living room, the kitchen and a dining room. Draco met back up with Hermione and they both walked upstairs to the second floor. There were two bedrooms and a bathroom. Their master bedroom was nothing like what they had back home, but it was cozy. It too had a fireplace, the bed was queen sized, along with a window that overlooked the front of their lawn. There was a writing desk farther in the room as well. The guest bedroom was fairly simple, but still well furnished.

Hermione threw her rucksack onto the comfy chair their room had been applied with, "I'm going to set up the wards." Draco nodded and headed back downstairs with her. He busied himself in the kitchen readying some tea as Hermione went outside to start warding the house.

Hermione Granger Malfoy P.O.V.

Hermione slipped off her heavy coat hung it right on the coat rack that was in the entry way, looking outside the cottage the rain had stopped. She felt Draco move to the kitchen, probably making dinner for the both of them. Hermione had to admit that the cottage Draco had promised her gave her some comfort, it was a nice, cozy home she could see herself and Draco getting used to, for now.

Opening the door, Hermione braced herself for the cold blast of air, she took a deep breath then exhaled it out while she stood on the porch. The beautiful scenery before her could be described only in books, the tall trees were great and wonderful, the peaceful buzz of nature soothed her. Hermione walked a couple yards away from the cottage, she held up her wand and began to start the protective enchantments, "Cave inimicum, salvio hexia, repello muggletum.." Hermione went around the perimeter chanting the protective charms over and over, it gave her time to think. She was scared, she never thought she would be on the run again, it very much reminded her of her being with Ron and Harry during the Horcrux hunt, she shivered.

After finishing off the wards with a disillusionment charm, Hermione sat on the front porch swing. She swung absentmindedly not knowing what to do. She knew that the people who were coming after Draco and Hermione were dangerous, once they broke into the manor to only discover their disappearance they would be on the hunt,. Hermione thought about her friends, she knew they were safe, Harry was one of the top Aurors in the country and Ginny was one of the best qudditch players of the age, she was swooped up by the Harpies right after graduation. After the war, he and Ginny married, moved to Grimmuald Place, it was no longer the dusty ancient place she remembered, but instead it reminded her much a the Burrow. It had touches of warmth to it that made her feel at home whenever her and Draco chose to visit.

Ron on the other hand, was not an Auror, instead he did keep close to the Magical Law Enforcement, he was more of a detective, he solved crimes. Ron was quite happy with is work. He got to grow out of Harry's shadow by solving cases on his own and helping people in need. Early on, Hermione knew that her and Ron wouldn't have worked out, she didn't love him at one point but after awkward touches and kisses, they both laughed and decided to remain friends. Hermione was grateful it didn't take a toll on their friendship, she was surprised to learn that Ron started to date Lavender Brown. Hermione noticed that Lavender outgrew her pettiness, she was an acceptable young woman, she worked for Witch Weekly for the fashion section. Hermione had to admit the once blonde bimbo had quite the set up. After rekindling their romance, Ron and Lavender moved in together in a home close to the Burrow.

Hermione, was twenty two at the time and single while her two best friends found themselves happily married. Hermione worked for the department of magical creatures before she moved over to the magical law enforcement, like Ron. It was then she was reunited with Draco Malfoy. Quite to her surprise, Draco was a lot more mature than he was in school, there was no doubt that the two quarreled more often than others. It was really fate, Hermione decided to herself that both her and Draco were partnered up together to solve various cases. Now at twenty five, Hermione discovered herself to be still falling in love with Draco.

To her surprise, Draco's parents, Lucius and Narcissa was welcoming, more Narcissa than Lucius at first. She was taken aback from his mother's warmness towards her, Draco told her that Narcissa found Hermione an interesting young woman, she admired Hermione's drive, her motivation and courage to stand up for what she believed in. Lucius was distant at first, at times he would be rude, but as time went on, Hermione could see that Lucius took liking to her, she wasn't scared to defy him or to even put him back in his place. They developed respect towards each other.

Soon after, Draco and Hermione married. Hermione remembered their wedding, it was perfect. She didn't care for how big the wedding was -she left the wedding arrangements to Narcissa and her mother who happily planned everything- she was just excited to spend a new life with none other than Draco. All seemed well in her life, her friends were happily married at this time, her parents were happy for her, her job was going great. Hermione and Draco moved into the Manor while Lucius and Narcissa decided to take another one of their estates in Wales, considering how wealthy the Malfoy were, Hermione wasn't surprised to hear about their other estate.

Trouble started brewing one day when Hermione would get death threats, at first they were letters, she didn't mind much of it concluding that it could be some teenagers just messing with her. But then it got a lot more serious, Draco told Hermione he was working on a case one day that involved a muggle family's death, he assumed it was a rouge Death Eater. But upon further examination, he realized that the muggle family wasn't just murdered out of range, they were tortured, he examined their bodies, a particular hex that was used reminded him of one person, his aunt, Bellatrix Lestrange. The very hex was only mastered by Bellatrix, no one else. Draco knew this because he was taught it but never mastered it.

The same day Draco figured it out, the same day Hermione came home to a dead body on her bed, it was bloody and had the head beheaded. Right at the doorstep to their master bedroom there was the body of Justin Finch-Fletchley who worked closely to her at work as her assistant.

Before going on the run, Draco and Hermione relocated Draco's parents to somewhere in Spain, luckily they had a estate there as well that was deep in the countryside. Before leaving them, Hermione casted wards around the house. Then came Hermione's parents, this time Hermione informed them of why she had to go on the run and relocated them to Italy. Harry and Ron were already informed about what happened, they too took extra persuasions. Sadly her friends knew that both her and Draco would have to flee the country for their safety.

Hermione sighed at her reminiscing, she thought of what she would be doing now at Malfoy Manor, it was a Saturday, her and Draco would be in one of the great libraries of Malfoy Manor reading the day away, comfortable in one another's company. Looking around at the forest that surrounded her once more, she admired the quiet rainfall that started. She happily sighed at the peace she could muster, her thoughts were interrupted by Draco opening the front door.

"Love, I made diner. You should come inside, it's getting late." Draco said softly. Hermione stood up and walked into the cottage, once Draco shut the door Hermione snaked her arms around Draco's waist and rested her head on his chest, she listened as his steady heartbeat calmed her from all the emotions her head swirled with. Draco hugged her back, with love and protection radiating off of him.

Hermione looked up at Draco, into those beautiful silver eyes with specks of blue in them and tippy-toed until their lips gently met. Hermione felt Draco sigh with pleasure as their lips connected, she closed her eyes and began to slide her tongue into Draco's warm, wet mouth. She couldn't help but moan as Draco's tongue responded to her tongue and they danced for control. Hermione's hands were bunched up at his chest while Draco's hands were sliding up and down her bum, occasionally pinching it once in a while. They both released their kiss to gasp of air, Draco gave Hermione a cheeky smile, "What brought that on, my little minx." His lips murmured against her ear and he placed open mouth kisses on her neck.

Hermione took an intake of breathe, "I just missed you." She giggled when Draco pulled back and raised an eyebrow at her.

"I've been with you for the whole time." Draco commented. Hermione laughed again instead of answering him she pulled him into another quick kiss before walking off into the kitchen for dinner.

Draco Malfoy P.O.V.

The sunlight streamed into the bedroom window through the thick curtains, Draco pried his eyes open coming to consciousness. Slowly he sat up, letting the quilt slide down his naked chest. On his side he expected to see Hermione asleep, but instead there was a cool indentation of her body, letting his fingers graze it he discovered it was still warm to the touch meaning she probably got up a few moments before he did. Stretching he looked out the window, it was very foggy, it was difficult for him to see anything if not for the rays of sunshine piercing through the thick clouds. Draco did his daily morning routine, it was quite robotic actually. He was so exhausted from last week's events not to mention the airplane flight from London.

Going through the motion of getting dressed, Draco decided on a dark grey sweater with some black slacks, he rather preferred his usual wizarding robes than muggle clothing. He made his way downstairs getting a whiff of bacon, eggs, and fresh cups of coffee. Draco saw Hermione standing in front of the sink, looking out the window as she drank her morning tea, smiling to himself he slowly walked over to her and wrapped his arms around her waist. Hermione hummed in pleasure, "Good morning." she turned her head so she could capture his lips in hers, Draco smiled against her lips he pulled back to give her one last kiss on the neck before settling himself on the little table that was already made.

"What do you want to do today?" Hermione asked as they were lounging on the couch, Draco held Hermione between his legs with her back to his chest.

Draco thought for a minute, "We could explore the town, maybe find a bookstore?" He watched as Hermione's eyes light up at the thought of that, he laughed when she got up with an excited leap off the couch and ran up to upstairs to get changed.

Draco watched as Hermione excitedly ran into the bookstore, it was just farther into town, it was a cozy little shop owned by a man who had long, black hair, brown skin. and dark eyes. He smiled warmly as Draco and Hermione entered, Hermione gave him a polite smile back then rushed off into the back of the book store. It looked like she already had a book in mind.

Draco noticed that the muggle bookstore was quite similar to Flourish and Botts in Diagon alley excluding the flying books. Draco decided to browse in the front of the shop wanting to keep a close eye on the outside of the store, constant vigilance. Draco walked over to a bookshelf that contained books of Native American origin, he found a couple books that were about town legends, one that sparked his interest was a book titled, The Cold Ones, A Quilete Legend. Interested, Draco picked it up and began to read:

Chapter 1: Origins of The Cold Ones

The Cold Ones often referred to vampires in modern time. The exact origin of vampires are a complete mystery, unknown to most. Vampires are known to have heightened senses ranging from super human speed, impeccable strength, and an ability to lure their prey with their voice and scent. Vampires are described to be pale, almost translucent. Their hard marble-like skin have crystalize properties which causes them to shine when in contact with the sunlight. Most vampires have blood red eyes, when very thirsty, their eyes are black.

"Interesting choice there," The man from behind the cashier said, Draco snapped up from his reading, the man was looking at him with a polite smile, his eyes on the other hand were weary.

Draco answered, "Um, yes. There aren't much books about vampires, I'm just surprised to find so many here." Draco watched as the man frowned. He walked around his little desk and stood beside Draco, the man was probably a head shorter than himself, he wore blue jeans, a red flannel button up shirt and brown boots. He had his arms crossed against his chest scanning the bookshelf he reached up to grab a book titled, Quilete Legends. He handed the book over to Draco.

"This book is more informative about the cold ones. The Quilete tribe has been around for ages, there are still living members of it on the Reservation." The man informed him.

Draco looked at the man and nodded, "Thanks for the suggestion." He thought the books would appeal more to Hermione than himself. Feeling the awkward silence creep up on them Draco made his way to turn but the man spoke up again.

"You aren't from around here aren't you? British?"

"Yes, that's right. My wife and I moved here just a couple of days ago." Draco didn't want to give the man any more information.

He watched as the man just nodded, "Not to be rude but there aren't much people like you who come around these parts." Draco raised an eyebrow but the man continued, "I mean no offense for where you come from, it's just your hair color is very uncommon."

Draco resisted a urge to roll his eyes, "Well yes, my family have always had pale blonde hair like myself, I get it from my grandfather."

"What made you want to come to such a small suburb place like Forks?"

"My wife and I visited your town a couple of years ago, we fell in love with the scenery and the quiet atmosphere." Draco lied.

The man nodded, "I never could get over the forest. Always beautiful, especially during the rain. How are you minding the rain?"

Draco shrugged, "It isn't much different from London, it rains there often too." He could feel the man's interest in him, seeing someone like Draco in these parts would likely cause peoples' heads to turn. Draco cursed himself for not casting a glamour charm on the both of them before they left the cottage, feeling the man's scrutinizing gaze Draco quickly excused himself to find Hermione.

Draco spun on his heel and made his way to the back of the store, he spotted Hermione looking down at an open book in her hands, she had that signature lip bite that he loved so much. Walking over to her he said, "Hey, I just had an odd conversation with the muggle, he requested these books. I'd thought you'll find them interesting." Hermione smiled and looked at his selection, her eyes lit up again in interest.

"Oh those do sound interesting, I also found some cookbooks. Since we're here, I wanted to learn how to cook. I mean I could, but just need to improve a bit." She said cheekily, she returned to read. He knew that Hermione in a book store could take ages, so he gave her a light peck on the cheek and informed her that he would be browsing around. He walked over to another bookshelf observing the many titles, he was in the non-fiction section, he then walked over to where he found old muggle classics. When he was about fifteen, Draco would sneak around with Blaise Zabini, one of his most trusted friends, they would wonder around muggle London, sometimes they would go into a theater to watch a movie, but most times Draco would be most attracted to the inviting bookstores. Draco was left to think about his fellow Slytherin friend, Blaise was much like himself but fairly opposite. He was a charming fellow amongst the ladies and he could be very persuasive. Draco was reminded of his younger days running around the huge Malfoy Manor with him, they would get to all kinds of mischief. Most of the planning was because of his other good friend, Theodore Nott. Once together, the three boys caused a lot of house-elves headaches from pranks they set on their fathers to the amount of trouble they got into by racing around the manor on their broomsticks.

Draco sighed, the last time he saw both Zabini and Nott was a week before his and Hermione's escape out of the country. Draco only managed to tell Blaise of his plans if things got dangerous, he was reluctant to tell Theo because he knew of the man's outbursts, he would've been likely to do something to get himself killed. He remembered his friends visit to the Manor, they came over for Draco and Hermione's three year wedding anniversary, they sat around the fireplace in his study while Hermione and her Gryffindor friends were in her parlor talking up about memories and whatnot. Draco did enjoy the company of Potter, Wesealette and Weasel, but he just wanted to get away with his two best mates.

Now that's all they were, memories, left back in London, far away. Returning his attention back to the books he observed the titles. He read a couple of classics such as the poet Shakespeare, he particularly liked the story Macbeth, he read others such as Les Miserables which he found very interesting. Draco scanned the bookshelf and a title caught his eyes, The Hobbit. Picking it up Draco first read the blurb then started on the first page.

It had to be past an hour when Hermione came to him with two books in her hands, he was sitting on the floor engrossed in the novel by a man named J.R.R Tolkien. "Oh that's a good read, I love it." Hermione commented. She went over to him and helped him up, Draco smiled and kissed her on the cheek lovingly.

"It is quite interesting, I have to say, this Gandalf wizard is quite, how do I say it.." Draco scratched his chin, when he came across Gandalf the wizard in the book and laughed to himself.

"He's very, similar to how most wizards and witches dress." Hermione finished, Draco nodded.

"It surprises me how muggles are quite accurate wit their description, he reminds me of Dumbledore." Draco noted, Hermione gave a small laugh and turned back to the bookshelf. "Looking for the lucky number three?" Draco asked as he admired her backside, after all he was a man.

"Yes, I was thinking some muggle classics could do me some good…" Hermione trailed off as she went down the hall looking for a particular book in mind. Draco shook his head, her obsession with books had to be unhealthy but healthy for her at the same time. Deciding that it'll take her no less than a few minutes to have her pick out a book he told her he was going to be waiting up in the front. Draco silently hoped that the bookshop owner would refrain from more awkward small talk. But instead of expecting the man behind the counter, he saw the same girl at the shop, still looking at him with a curious gaze.