Chapter 2: The two sides of the Malfoys.
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Hermione Granger did not date.
It had ended between Ron and her after a year. There had been many rumors regarding why they had broken up including completely nonsense things that included Hermione catching Ron cheating on her, Ron catching Hermione cheating on him, Ron's parent's not approving of Hermione because of her being a Muggleorn, Hermione's parents demanding that she choose between Ron and them and Harry being jealous.
Needless to say the rumors were absolutely ridiculous. Ron or Hermione wouldn't have even thought of cheating on each other, Ron's parents were absolutely amazing and wouldn't have cared even if she had been a Squib or a Muggle, Hermione's parents adored Ron and knew would never force her to make a choice between them and Harry would never be resentful of them, after everything they had been through he wouldn't have to worry about losing them and he had Ginny so being jealous would be out of question.
No the truth was simpler. There wasn't any…..chemistry. The kiss at the Final Battle had been a spur of the moment decision brought on by the fact that their lives could have ended that day.
There were times in the relationship, usually after one of their many fights when Hermione had thought about how different her life would have been if she had had never kissed him at that time. Maybe she would be…no she would not think of that. It would do no good to think about what could have been.
After all a great man once said that it did no good to dwell on dreams and forget to live.
So she had lived….or tried to at least. She had gone out with Ron for a whole year trying to feel that chemistry, that spark but there had been none. The only difference from their past relationship was that now they were Hermione and Ron the couple as opposed to Ron and Hermione the best friends. They behaved like couples did but there wasn't that touch that Harry and Ginny had.
There wasn't the feeling that you and he were the only one left in the world and nothing else mattered. They looked at each other with adoration but never love. And adoration was never enough.
The fights had grown in numbers; they had always fought but never like this. They didn't understand each other's dreams and goals. Heck, it seemed they didn't even try to understand. They never challenged each other, sure Ron had a crush on Hermione for a long time but it ended at just that…a crush.
So after a year of ear-splitting tantrums, days of silent treatments and spending more and more time apart, both of them had decided to call it off. Clearly they were not meant to be a couple.
The relationship had not had any effect on their friendship and the moment they went back to just being friends it was as if the world righted itself. There were no fights, no silent treatments and no awkwardness.
Being friends felt natural.
After her disastrous relationship that-was-never-meant-to-happen ended her girlfriends tried to set her up on dates which always ended badly. There were dates when the guy she was talking about seemed to go on and on about things she could care less about, there were dates when the guy only talked about what he did and what he thought about anything and Hermione couldn't get a word in and then there were the awkward silence dates. She would ask what he did, he would answer and then they would sit in awkward silence. Those were the worst.
After 2 months of dating she had, had enough and refused to go on anymore dates instead focusing on her work and research. She believed that the right guy would come along when it was time and even if he didn't who needed a man anyway. Gone were the days where the woman had no identity. Sure it would be nice to have someone, she wanted that too but it wasn't the only thing in her life
And now she was sitting on her couch, a book on her lap open to a page she had read at least 10 times and now didn't even bother with it, thinking about that turn her life had taken today.
When she had received the letter, she couldn't for the life of her figure out what in the world the Narcissa and Lucius Malfoy would want for her. She had initially thought that there was something wrong with her and that she need to be admitted to St. Mungos immediately but she had soon found out that she wasn't hallucinating. After that she thought that it was an elaborate scheme to kidnap her or possibly kill her….
No, they wouldn't risk that….would they? To her it seemed as if the Malfoys had not been punished for their sins. She knew that what happened to Draco wasn't his fault and in a way he had been the victim and Narcissa betrayed Voldemort but Lucius should have gone to Azkaban. Pity, harry owed Narcissa and she wanted her family to go scot-free.
Hermione didn't know if the Malfoys had truly changed. For all she knew the apology Lucius gave could only be a way to get back in the Ministry's good graces.
Another thing that Hermione found odd was that they wanted to meet her in a Muggle café. How the Malfoys even knew about Muggle cafes she didn't know. She was in a tight place. A part of her was screaming at her to even consider meeting ex Death Eaters but the other part of her-the more dominant part of her-wanted to find out just what the Malfoys wanted from her. She was curious as to why the Malfoys had contacted her after almost six years. And everyone who knew Hermione Granger also knew that she didn't rest until her curiosity was sated.
In the end she decided to just meet them, as they wouldn't pull out their wands and Avada her on sight at a Muggle place and besides it wouldn't hurt her to find out what they had to say and to just get it over with. Then she could just go back to living her life without any interference from the Malfoys. How wrong she was.
It was a beautiful day. The sun was peeking out of a layer of clouds. The wind was slightly warm but not uncomfortable. A perfect mid-April afternoon. One would expect clouds, thunder and rain when meeting such people. After all it was only fitting. From what she had experienced firsthand Malfoys were cold people. That was something she could be sure of.
As the hour of the meeting drew nearer she couldn't help but feel nervous. It wasn't her fault that she wasn't feeling giddy at the idea of meeting people who at one time didn't consider her worthy of the dirt on their shoes and had tried to kill her on more than one occasion. But she couldn't back out now; she had already sent her affirmative. That would be weak and the Malfoys might get the idea that she was scared of them. She had faced a battle surely this couldn't be that bad?
She arrived at the designated place at exactly 1 o'clock and was greeted by the sight of a black Ferrari pulling on the curb. Her eyes scanned the place for the Malfoys realizing that it was just like them to be late for an appointment they had set up.
She was starting to get annoyed when she felt a light tapping on her shoulder. She turned around and came face to face with the Malfoys…only they looked totally different. Looks wise nothing had changed. Lucius still had long white blond hairs which were tied in a neat ponytail at the nape of his neck. Narcissa looked like the epitome of perfection. Her hair had grown and were hanging to the middle of her waist like a golden curtain; gently rippling in the breeze.
Their appearance hadn't changed; neither had their posture. They stood proud and tall with an arrogant air but they no longer held that stiffness, they no longer had that malicious glint in their eyes…..and they were wearing Muggle clothing.
Now that was something she hadn't expected. It was stupid of her really. Considering how they were in a Muggle neighborhood, she should have counted on it but even the thought of Malfoys in Muggle clothing had seemed so surreal. Even now when she was seeing them with her own eyes it seemed like a dream.
She had to admit that they looked extremely well-groomed. Narcissa was wearing a white button down shirt with black jeans while Lucius was wearing a black shirt with blue jeans. The look suited them.
She was broken out of her reverie when she heard someone call her name.
''Ms. Granger…Ms. Granger are you okay?'' Narcissa said in her light musical voice
''What! Oh yes… I'm sorry I zoned out''
''Clearly'' said a cool crisp voice. Lucius.
He looked like he wanted to say something more but Narcissa shot him a look that effectively made him shut up.
''We should sit down'' she said with a smile. ''What do you think is better, the inside or the outside?''
The café was beautiful. The customers had a choice between sitting indoors or outdoors. The green lawn was lined with flowers and trees on one side and the indoor café on the other. There were umbrellas set up above each table.
''Let's sit over there'' she said pointing towards a table towards the edge. It was safely out of hearing distance from the other tables but in sight. Perfect.
''Perfect'' Narcissa said echoing her thoughts. She started leading the way to the table, Lucius beside her with Hermione following behind.
This was too dreamlike. Where were the cutting remarks? Where were the doubts about her belonging in the Muggle world? Where were the prejudices about her heritage?
Narcissa seemed so easy going, she seemed….friendly. Even the remark Lucius had made earlier about her zoning out hadn't been made with malicious intent. It was just a comment to dissipate the awkwardness that had inevitably settled over them. What could the Malfoys possibly want with her?
She was thinking along those lines when she reached their table and pulled out a chair. Lucius and Narcissa were already seated. She rested her hands upon the table and the Malfoys got a clear view of the word MUDBLOOD carved in her arm. The scar hadn't faded away. And if the Malfoys hadn't known better they would say that the word had been carved in her flesh that very day.
Their gaze fell on the word and for a second she thought she saw a flicker of emotion cross on their face. Remorse, maybe or pity. They shared a look which clearly communicated more than Hermione understood. Narcissa turned back to her and started to talk.
"Ms. Granger thank you for meeting us today. We would like to discus something very important with you but first I would like to apologize for what happened that night in the Manor and for my part in it. I am terribly sorry for what Bella did to you and for not stopping her."
Hermione couldn't believe her ears. She had just gotten an apology from Narcissa Malfoy. Maybe she really had changed. It seemed as if there were two sides of Narcissa. There was the Narcissa who had given away her identity leading to her being tortured by the hands of her insane sister but there was also the Narcissa who had lied to Lord Voldemort. She said that the only way she could return to Hogwarts to look for her son was as part of the victory party but she could have easily return as the real victory party. So did that mean that the apology she had just given was genuine? Before she could gather her wits to form a coherent answer Lucius cut in:
"As am I. I know that it won't be easy for you to forgive me but I want to apologize for everything that happened in the Ministry of Magic and during the war. I hope that maybe one day you'll find it in you to forgive me."
It seemed as if there was more to Lucius too than she gave him credit for. An apology from Narcissa was one thing; an apology from Lucius was another. What was more was that they both seemed sincere. She looked at them, their face betraying no hint of emotion but she thought that she saw anticipation in their eyes but it was gone as fast as it had come. They wanted to hear her answer and it seemed as if they also wanted her to forgive them. Maybe, just maybe it was time to let the past go.
"It's okay, I guess. And it wasn't as if Bellatrix wouldn't have recognized me herself. She did know who I was and I believe it's time to start anew.'' Hermione said.
''Thank you'' Narcissa said flashing her a dazzling smile, clearly relieved and Hermione couldn't help but smile back.
''I have to say Ms. Granger it is refreshing to see you in an amicable environment'' Lucius said in a teasing voice.
Well she could play along.
''Yes, you seem more…approachable when you aren't trying to kill me or my friends.''
''Orders'' he said with casual shrug and a wave of his hand.
Narcissa shot him a look which clearly told him to shut up at that vey second or beware of the consequence. If looks could kill Lucius would be six feet under by now.
''If you don't mind my enquiring, why haven't you healed that scar?'' Narcissa asked pointing to the word on her forearm.
Hermione glanced at it and shrugged. ''I didn't want to'' she said nonchalantly.
''That knife had a lot of Dark Magic done on it. I doubt that you have been able to heal it even if you wanted too which is exactly why it hasn't even faded yet. But pray tell why didn't you even try?''
''Mudblood and proud of it'' she said raising her chin proudly and looking directly in Lucius's eyes as if daring him to challenge her.
He didn't.
He merely held her gaze for a few seconds and then turned to Narcissa, who was smirking in a very odd manner as if she knew a life changing secret.
''She's perfect'' he murmured to Narcissa in a low voice but Hermione caught it.
Perfect? Perfect for what exactly? And that brought her back to her main question. What did the Malfoys want from her? Why did they want to meet her? And what was this very important thing that they wanted to ask?
''Now what was it that you wanted to discuss with me?'' she finally asked.
''We want you to marry our son'' Narcissa said getting straight to the point.
Well, whatever it was that she was expecting, this was not it. Maybe she had heard wrong and they didn't just ask her to marry their son.
''What? Tell me that you didn't just ask me to marry your son.''
''Actually we did'' Lucius said. ''We want you Hermione Jean Granger to marry our son Draco Abraxas Malfoy''
This couldn't be happening. He would never marry her. Come to think of that why would the Malfoys want her to marry their son? Surely they knew of their history.
She tried to process the mere thought of being Mrs. Malfoy and it seemed so surreal. It seemed as if she was living in a dream and she expected to wake up right now.
''Please tell me that this is the effect of Azkaban and you are just going along with this to humor him'' she said to Narcissa, almost pleading. ''But it isn't like he spent that much time over there…''
''Ms. Granger I assure you that I am not mad and that we have given this a lot of thought'' Lucius said.
''This is insane. I'm sorry but I have to go'' Hermione started gathering her things.
''Why don't you just listen? Maybe you'll change your mind'' Lucius suggested in a cool manner.
''Not bloody likely'' she replied but sat down nonetheless. She decided to humor them for the time being, it wasn't as if she had anything better to do that day and besides it will make for a good laugh later.
''Why do you want me to marry your son? Isn't that against the Malfoy code or something? Never marry anyone except a pureblood'', she enquired.
Lucius looked at her like she had lost it. 'I don't know where you get the idea but there is no such thing as the Malfoy code. Not in written form, at least or not that I'm aware of. And I assure you that if there was such a thing I would be informed but considering the fact that the Malfoy line is one of the only families that don't have any Muggle blood you could say that in a way it is. I don't think you need to worry about that though, we learned the hard way that blood doesn't matter''
"There is an ancient tradition that a Malfoy man must marry by his 25th birthday. Draco turns 25 on 5th June. You are perfect for him. You have everything Malfoy women must have. Intelligence, grace, strength and you can be transformed into quite the beauty. The public does not know of your weaknesses. Moreover, you and Draco know each other. It would be better for him to be married to someone he knows rather than someone who is only after the money and the title of the next Lady Malfoy.'' Narcissa explained.
Hermione was confused. The Malfoys had just complimented her and said that they were perfect for their precious son. Hermione knew that the Malfoys had spoiled Draco rotten and like everything else they would only want the best wife for their son. Finding out that the Malfoys thought she would be the perfect companion for their son was somewhat….dare she say it… flattering.
''What makes you think I will marry him?'' she asked. ''We hate each other!''
Even saying that felt wrong. There was no hate for him, at least from her side.
Narcissa gave her a little smile. ''I don't believe for one second that he still hates you or that you hate him''
Hermione opened her mouth; ready to contradict her but Narcissa never gave her a chance.
"I'm sure you remember what happened at the Manor. Those three steps he took in your direction meant more than words ever could. Even when you shook you head telling him to stay in his place he didn't. I saw the relief on his face when Potter and Weasley came. He didn't fight back. He allowed himself to be unarmed. The Dark Lord was not happy. The Cruciatus Curse it seemed wasn't enough. I won't go in details for your sake and mine but you should know that he would never do that for someone he hated. You on the other hand would've never stopped someone you hated from going to Azkaban."
''He didn't deserve to go to Azkaban. He was paying for –
''My mistakes'' Lucius cut in before she could finish her sentence. ''Draco was paying for my decision to join the Dark Lord.''
Hermione turned to look at him. His face was impassive but his words held more emotion than ever.
"Azkaban…is an appalling place. The Dementors take everything you have got and leave you with nothing. I can't even bear to think what it would have done to Draco. I can honestly say that I thought I was doing the right think when I returned to the graveyard that night. I never expected a seventeen year old boy to win from the darkest wizard ever and I wanted my family to be on the winning side when the Dark Lord did come out as victorious. My failure in the Ministry of Magic was never supposed to happen. The Order was never supposed to be informed. It was supposed to be easy. Lure Potter in, take the prophecy, leave the boy and kill anyone else if needed. I now realize just how wrong I was…thank you Ms. Granger…thank you for saving him."
Hermione looked at him in astonishment. He had in a way admitted his mistakes and had actually thanked her for saving his son. It was clear that the man actually believed that Voldemort would have won and if she was fair she couldn't say that he was wrong. Nobody would expect a seventeen year old boy to win from the evilest wizard ever. Harry had something Voldemort didn't, love. It was clear that the Malfoy patriarch loved his son more than anything. Since he had told her this much she decided to take her chances with another thing she wanted to know.
"Why did you join him in the first place, I mean I know why you joined him but what motivated you to actually follow him?"
"My father Abraxas Malfoy went to school with Tom Riddle. He was rather impressed by what he had in mind. My father wanted to join the Dark Lord himself but he fell sick to Dragon Pox before he could. Before passing away however my father convinced me to join him. I wanted to rid the world of Muggles and Muggle-borns. What better way to do that than work for a man who had immense power and would do anything to achieve that end."
"Your father wanted you to join Voldemort just like you wanted Draco to join him?" Hermione couldn't help asking.
"I never wanted the life of a Death Eater for Draco. Even if the Dark Lord had won I would have never condemned Draco to that life. "
Well that was rather enlightening. Lucius Malfoy had certainly shed some light on the situation. But there was still the question of marrying Draco…
"Even if we don't hate each other, there is no reason for us to marry. Wouldn't he prefer to marry for love?"
"Draco has only dated two girls ever. His two best friends: Pansy Parkinson and Daphne Greengrass. He would like to have a partner who he can trust, who can confide into, someone he can grow to love." Narcissa told her.
"What makes you think that he'll grow to love me? The Draco Malfoy I know would never love me''
"The Draco Malfoy you knew doesn't exist anymore. Narcissa said with a small smile. "The war affected him too. It changed him. After the trials Draco gave his N.E.W.T.S. He got an O in everything except Astronomy. After that we took a much needed vacation. We own estates everywhere. We went on a tour of Europe; something that Draco had always wanted to do. He was a shell of the boy he used to be. I couldn't see a trace of the arrogant, spoilt and haughty boy that was my son; instead it was like living with a walking zombie. He never talked unless he needed too. He let everything go, he had dreadful nightmares. I heard him and I couldn't do anything. The only time he let me hold his hand after the war when he crossed to our side after I and Lucius called him. He wouldn't let us hold him after the Dark Lord…for the lack of a better word- embraced him. He blamed himself for Dumbledore's death. He blamed himself for every death that had happened in front of him and he had done nothing. He blamed himself for what happened to you. One day he received a letter from Potter. He never told us what it said except that Snape was working for Dumbledore and that Dumbledore's death was planned between them.
Draco changed that day. He started getting better; he started to heal and to forgive himself. He didn't recoil from human touch like he used to. He even convinced us to travel by Muggle means to Spain and he was so excited when he sat in an airplane. Almost like the first time that he flew a broom.
This may not mean much coming from me but I want you to know that he has changed"
Narcissa had tears in her eyes by the time she had finished. She was trying hard not to let them flow. She took out a handkerchief from her purse and dabbed at her yes.
"Forgive me, my emotions get out of control sometimes" she said.
"No its okay, I…I understand"
Hermione didn't know what to think of that. She hadn't realized the extent of damage Malfoy had suffered. She had assumed that he had gone back to his pure blood life after everything. The truth ran much deeper than that, though. She saw Lucius pat Narcissa's hand on the table and she knew that the rumors she had heard about Narcissa being a trophy life and about the Malfoys not knowing how to love had been just that-rumors. They seemed a close knit family to her.
Lucius sensed her eyes on them and looked at her.
"Ms. Granger if you marry Draco I can promise you that he will always be loyal to you, he will care about you, and we will care about you he will even love you some day. In addition you would have funding for the research you want to lead on the Cruciatus Curse.'' At her surprised expression he laughed a little. "Don't look so shocked I know all about it. I personally think that it's a great idea. You will live a very comfortable life"
"If I marry him what will be expected of me?'' she asked.
"You will be expected to produce at least one male heir, host the annual Christmas Ball and attend parties and such. It's not that much really, planning the ball can be taxing but that's pretty much it" Narcissa explained.
Hermione had estimated that much.
"Where will we live after the wedding?"
Narcissa and Lucius shared a glance before Lucius answered her.
"Traditionally the Malfoy bride lives in the Manor but due to the circumstances you can live anywhere you live. As Narcissa mentioned before the Malfoys have numerous estates, though none as lavish as the Manor all of them are grand in their own right"
Narcissa leaned back in her chair and studied Hermione for a moment.
"Am I right in assuming that you always wanted a big wedding? A fairytale wedding?"
Hermione was taken aback at how spot on Narcissa was. Everyone else assumed that she would want a small, secluded wedding but she wanted to look beautiful. She wanted someone waiting for her at the end of an aisle; she wanted to see her girlfriends jealous. So yes she did want a fairy tale wedding.
She fidgeted un-comfortably in her seat. "Well yea you could say that. But what girl doesn't?" she said getting a little defensive.
"Of course I understand. I wanted it as well" Narcissa said with a smile and a twinkle in her eye.
"Well I'm sure that I don't need to mention that if you marry Draco, you will get your dream wedding''
"Some might think of this as an arranged marriage. But we want you to know that it's not. Our meeting with you is merely a suggestion. We know what arranged marriages are; we know what they can do and we will never force Draco in that''
''What do you mean? Was your marriage arranged?"
Narcissa flashed her brilliant smile. "Yes but we were one of the lucky ones"
"What Narcissa means is that we were lucky enough to fall in love with each other and our marriage being arranged. My best friend at Hogwarts and Narcissa were very close, Cissa suspected that I was in love with my best friend but luckily everything was cleared up. Our friend set us up. She was the one that convinced me to give it a try and to not mess it up" Lucius informed her. "Some people like Bellatrix weren't so lucky. She never loved Rodolphus but married him for the sake of a respectable marriage. She couldn't bring herself to love him after their marriage because she chose to focus her energies on the Dark Lord."
"What would have happened if someone went against the arrangement?''
''All of the ties with such a person would be severed. They would lose everything"
That was rather harsh.
"Has there been anyone who has actually done that?" Hermione couldn't help knowing.
Lucius seemed to be in thought. Whether he was thinking of someone or he was thinking about if he should tell her, she did not know. It was Narcissa who answered:
"Did you know that Andromeda was betrothed to Rabastan Lestrange?"
Hermione turned to her in amazement. That was something new.
"Andromeda? Really?"
"Yes, Bella was betrothed to Rodolphus and Andromeda was betrothed to Rabastan. She liked him alright in the beginning but then she fell in love with Ted Tonks. We tried to stop her but she wouldn't listen. She left and I'm sure that you know that she lost everything. In a way she did the right thing."
Hermione could see that talking about her elder sister had left Narcissa with a feeling of sadness and longing. The elder woman it seemed was quite deep. It was clear that she would do anything for her family to safe back.
"Can I ask you something?" she ventured.
"Of course" came the reply.
"Why did you lie to Voldemort? You said that you wanted to return to Hogwarts to search for Draco but you could have returned as the real victory party?"
Narcissa gave her small smile. "Because of Draco" she said simply. "I didn't want to see my son live in fear for the rest of his life. I didn't want to see him being tortured the next time he couldn't kill someone. I didn't want my son to torture people just for his survival. I wanted to give him a chance to heal and I didn't want to see him suffer anymore because of mine and Lucius's mistakes. Potter was the only way so I did what I could."
"But didn't it occur to you that Voldemort might kill Harry again?"
"Honestly, at that moment it didn't. When he said that Draco was still alive all I could think of was to be there for him"
"So Ms. Granger will you marry our son?" Lucius asked the question that had started it all.
It was certainly a possibility.
"I…I need to think about it." She said. "What does he have to say about this?"
"We will talk to him tonight." Narcissa took out a folded piece of paper from her purse. She smoothed it out on the table. It looked ancient. There were wrinkles in the parchment and the edges had browned over the decades. The Black Family tree.
"Every Black gets this on their sixteenth birthday. It is considered to be an extremely valuable possession. This is a copy of course. She explained.
Narcissa looked at the family tree in deep concentration.
"Your hand, please?" she asked after a few moments, holding out her own hand.
After everything the elder woman had told her Hermione felt that she could trust her enough to place her hand in Narcissa's. Narcissa gripped her hand tightly and placed it on a spot on the parchment. She closed her eyes and scrunched her nose in an expression of concentration.
After a few moments, when Narcissa opened her eyes Hermione saw her name written next to Draco. It was hardly visible.
"Here" Narcissa said folding the parchment and holding it out to her. "If Draco says yes a red light will surround you. If he says no the light will be green. We will know your answer the same way. When you make your decision say it out loud and the magic will be evoked. The line will grow darker after the engagement and then the wedding"
"Uhh…thank you" Hermione said taking the parchment from Narcissa's hand. "I understand that Draco's birthday is just around the corner so I will inform you of my decision by tomorrow."
Hermione stood up ready to take her leave.
"Thank you for meeting us today, Ms. Granger" Narcissa said standing up as well.
"Of course. Well I'll leave now. You will receive my answer too"
"Good-bye Ms. Granger."
Hermione gave her a smile and nod and turned to Lucius who had stood up as well.
"Good-bye Mr. Malfoy. It was a pleasure having this meeting with you"
He turned his head to the side scrutinizing her.
"Likewise" he finally said. "Have a nice day"
Hermione turned to leave when she heard him call her.
"Ms. Granger I hope that we will be welcoming you in the family soon"
The meeting with the Malfoys was strange to say the least. Would it be that bad if she married Malfoy?
It seemed to be the logical thing to do. Her future would be secured. She could make great headway in her numerous campaigns, and Malfoy didn't seem that bad.
From what she had found out today about Malfoy he had gone through a lot and had come out a better man. He had suffered much. This was her chance for a happy life. Love could come second
What good would it be if the person she was with had nothing but love to give her. Love couldn't pay the rent; love couldn't provide her with a happy life. Love just wasn't enough.
She looked up as a red light emanated from the parchment from her coffee table and engulfed her. He had accepted.
That made Hermione's decision for her. He wanted to marry her, he had accepted her. And now so would she.
"I will marry Draco Malfoy" she said to the empty room and at that moment a red light surrounded her.
She had just made the biggest decision of her life and she didn't regret it.
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A/N: This chapter was HARD to write and I'm not so sure if I think it's good. Anyway do tell me what you think! And do you think that I should have Fred and Tonks alive in my story or keep them dead?