DISCLAIMER: HP belongs to JKR. The storyline, all new characters, new character development, new developments are my intellectual property. Glorioux
The End-Part Two of Two
Draco came closer and wrapped his arm around Hermione, "I am dying of wanting to kiss you."
"Yes," was her answer
He smiled, took her chin and lowered his face. Minutes earlier she still felt poorly, but all of a sudden she felt better. She lifted her face.
He rubbed his lips against hers, he was afraid that he wouldn't stop at a kiss. "I love you," he said against her lips. She didn't answer, but she felt the same way. Her heart felt as if she had found a missing piece.
The soft caress turned into a passionate kiss. The second their tongues touched, his body shuddered in anticipation. Whereas this was the first time she kissed him, he'd shared the experience with Lucius that hadn't been less real, although this time it was his body in charge.
Lucius had already entered the Flo when Draco held Hermione and started kissing her. He made a supreme effort to cut the link, by the time he arrived at Molly he had been able to block it. So if he felt their kiss, had Draco shared his times with Hermione? He wasn't mad. Instead, he grinned, the idea of sharing, and if in close proximity, both merged into one body? Maybe that was not for real, but symbolic, nevertheless he was anxious to find out.
He was at Molly's "So good to see you. You look well." Molly greeted him.
She looked sad, "I am so sorry that my daughter has done so much harm."
"It was her, not you, I need your help."
Molly hugged him, her eyes were wet. "You are a good friend, thanks. Our dear witch couldn't have found anyone better."
They sat to plan.
Back in the Manor- the kiss was gathering force. Both were making small sounds, his tongue chased hers, they mouth moved restless, as if he couldn't have enough. He wanted her, badly. How he wishe, if only she weren't so weak.
She couldn't figure out, but Draco's kiss felt familiar. On her own, she sat on his lap, straddling him. He smiled, "Yes, oh, yes." He groaned when he felt her right over his aroused cock. He couldn't kiss her any more, no, he needed to calm down, so he just held her mouth over hers.
The memories of all the shared experiences loaded at once. He knew how she tasted, how she felt. And he wasn't going to be able to stop. He remembered the healers, she needed to rest.
"My love, no," he moved his face, "You haven't been well. Let's wait a few more days."
She smiled, "Why? We are engaged." She bit his ear and licked his cheek.
He shuddered, his breath hitched loudly. "Bad witch," he wanted to calm down, and she was making it impossible. Moving right over his aroused sex, he gritted his teeth, he was about to come. His hips moved with hers for a second. "If you do just a little more, it will be all over. A sad way for a first real time."
"What do you mean?" She stopped, all alert.
"Me and my big mouth. I'll say it, Father doesn't really know, we haven't discussed it yet."
He explained, and she turned bright red. "So as it happened more and more," he wiggled his eyebrows, "and seeing the telltale signs of love making, I knew it. My body had your scent all over mine," his smile was wicked, "no that I had any objections. Why should I? My hand smelled glorious, my fingers smelled the best, not to say your taste on my tongue, the best dessert ever. One of my favorites was during the bath," he took one of her fingers into his mouth.
His head went back, "I still feel your lips around here," he pulled her hand over his hardcock, just a brief touch before he moved her hand away.
"My sweet witch, we better stop while I still can, " he grinned, but his breath was coming out in spurts.
Her cheeks felt on fire. He was one naughty wizard, not like his dad, she could tell; Draco didn't have an ounce of shyness.
He lowered his voice, "The other monks in my dormitory, had visit the nunnery quite often. Poor monks, the room reeked of sex and a delightful witch. It became a mystery. I had to clean myself before someone figured I was the one."
"Oh," she knew that he was seeing how far he could get, but wait, "did you go the nunnery?" She was jealous, he had been unfaithful in a way. She hoped he hadn't gone because she wasn't going to like it.
He kissed her forehead, "How could I? I loved you all along. I gave up on witches long before; it felt wrong when the others witches weren't you. I longed for you, for your touch. Then after that awful day when Mother died…" he was no longer smiling, bad memories assaulted him. His expression changed, the past sorrows took a hold of him.
She felt his pain as if it were hers. "All is behind, don't be sad." She touched his forehead, wishing him well and his pain would be gone. Both saw her hand glow and a small ball of what seemed fire, shot out her palm, into his forehead.
She moved away, she worried when he screamed. His body was encased inside of an apparent ball of fire suspended on the air. The guards rushed in, all twelve of them, they'd come to check why the screaming and saw him right before he fell back grabbing his head, still screaming.
"Draco what's wrong, I only touched you. Say something."
Draco's eyeballs went behind his lids, only the white showed. It took less than 60 seconds before a strangely shaped dark cloud separated from him, as if it had been a blanket; in an instant it faded out. Next to Draco, they saw a large pile of simple dust, not magical, nothing but dust.
"I feel as if I were walking on a cloud; I cannot remember ever feeling this well, what did you do?" he stood up, held her trembling body, kissed her cheek, and just held on to her. His face was serene and happy.
Her guards, all fell on one knee to pay their respects. She was her parents' daughter, one destined to rule one day. They had witnessed a demonstration of her abilities, the power to heal broken minds, to take away the need to give in to the darkness.
The ones that looked like Malfoys asked her to do the same for them, "My Lady, we had read about one like you. But not about this, please help us." The one who seemed to be the leader asked her.
"Do what? I don't know how I did it. I just wished him well, not to be sad and in pain."
"Do the same to me, please." One came by her, went on his knee and bent his neck. Hermione hesitate, what if she hurt him. She looked at Draco for guidance, "Do it, in only hurts for a short while."
Hermione nodded and placed the hand on the guard's forehead. Every one saw a repeat of Draco's. Intense pain seized him, and for a few seconds Hermione saw his true form. She was starting to see past the alien appearance, noticing their perfection and beauty.
The guard appeared in a trance, "My Lady we are all lucky to have you, I pledge my life to your service. I feel happy, the sadness and anger I felt for so long, are all gone."
She repeated the same with the other five. The dust piles just faded out, and without her knowledge, her newly found ability was now known by many, far away. The guards transmitted the healing scene to their respective people.
Her newly found abilities, were partly related to the babies she carried; her innate power to dispel darkness, was increased by them. However, her own gifts grew with every healing. As for Hermione, she felt stronger.
Soon the guards would rotate, to include the most powerful of Lucius otherworldly relatives, she would get to meet many Malfoys long thought dead, but for now she was happy to have helped. She would do this many times during her lifetime. Later, she repeated the same with Lucius, who cried for all his old sins and crimes, although he felt better he realized the magnitude of his wrongdoings.
"Don't be sad that was long ago. How were you to know he would feed people to Nagini? You have changed a lot, let it go, enjoy your new found peace."
In her womb, the child who used to be Severus, was healthier and happy. He had helped Lucius to find his way; in return he wanted was given, as promised, a second chance. He knew that one day, he would remember his past life but it would no longer hurt.
Draco and Hermione
She was feeling well, the night before Draco had come to join their bed. Actually he didn't remember how he got there. "What am I doing here, not that I am upset."
Lucius observed, "Have you already forgotten you sleep walk? Once we found you sleeping by the pond."
"Well so where is our bride?"
"She is with her mother and Molly, the wedding is in 1 ½ hours; it is past 10:00. "
At this he panicked, "I won't have time to get ready."
Lucius raised an eyebrow, "What do you need to do? You have a magic wand, don't you?"
"My beard, I do it by hand. Must do my prayers, and other things. "
Lucius pointed his hand and gave him a perfect trim. Draco grinned, "Thanks, see you."
Lucius felt extremely happy. He had his son back, the three of them would spend their lives together; he pretended to be annoyed with Draco, but the opposite was true, his son was back from the place where he had been lost. Life was close to perfection.
Hermione's dress was like nothing anyone had seen before. The extraordinary gown made of a cloth that seemed to be alive, was a gift from the Malfoy's relatives.
She looked regal and lovely. Both Malfoy wanted her to leave her hair curly and down. Since her hair was quite long, she wasn't keen on the idea; but after much coaxing, she let it down. Fleur fixed her hair with tiny pearls and small orange blossoms. When she looked in the mirror, she had to agree with her loves, the hair went with the fairy princess dress.
As a concession to her grandmother's, she wore a tiara. They wanted her to wear symbols of her station. So, she did; the tiara was made of carved stones from both realms.
As all other Malfoy marriages before theirs, the ceremony was held by an old stone altar. Hermione knew that a few guests would be present, but wasn't ready for the large crowd, nor was she aware of the magnificent celebration organized by Molly.
Her family, all dressed like Muggles, and Lucius far away relatives were dressed a la-Lucius. Not but a few of the guests knew or would know about Hermione's true nature, it was safer that way.
This time, her fathers gave her to Draco and Lucius, it was a highly emotional moment.
Harry was looking at the witch he loved, remembering the day he gave her to Lucius and knew for certain that she was out of his reach forever.
Ron was happy to see her alive and better. He no longer hurt, Hermione had hugged him and touched his face two days before. "My good friend, may you be happy, and may we stay friends forever. Take care of Ermi and the new babe, my niece and nephew."
Ron's eyes filled with tears and as they fell, the ache went away. Ron realized that Hermione had taken the pain away, and he loved her more; he couldn't say he loved her like a sister, but it not longer hurt. "Always, I'll never stop. Count on me, forever."
As for a honeymoon, it had to wait, as ordered by the healers.
Forgiveness
The new order was established, within a week after their wedding, Lucius was declared the new ruler, no more Minister of Magic. Not for now. Instead of him ruling alone, Hermione, Draco, and nine others.
They formed a council, four were picked by Lucius, who brought Fenrir to represent all those with dual natures. Five were chosen by Hermione.
The new laws were established, there was no longer a distinction on magical beings; all unions of the former purebloods could be contested by either. Marriages between purebloods were discouraged, but not prohibited; not everyone had a bad marriage, besides many of the wives were willing to learn new ways.
The search for Ginny and the missing ones continued without success. The security was always in place, this day, two weeks after the wedding, the council was meeting. After the Malfoy Apparated with their guards, the meeting room went dark.
A wall was formed around Hermione, who pushed her way. She wasn't afraid, so when she was blocked, she wished that she could really have wings. Next thing she was floating. From her vantage point she saw several small animals coming out crevices on the wall.
She pointed her wand and her hand, sending a net over them. She trapped several of them but a few just vanished. Finally, the room was lighted.
"Father, what happened, Hermione is gone." Draco panicked.
She sat over a beam to watch the entire room mobilizing in alarm, snickering like a naughty child. Her fear of heights was gone.
Harry came in with the Aurors. "There," Bill pointed at the net. Under it, there were seven cloaked figures, with Death Eater masks.
Fenrir was grinning angering Lucius. "She is gone, and you are smiling."
"I am surprised you cannot sense her. Seemingly she is undetectable, but I can smell her, look up."
He heard a chuckle and everyone looked up. "How did you get up there?"
Draco grinned, "And I missed the first time."
Lucius could hear several snickers around the room. All those who knew about her ability to fly were laughing. She just descended using her magic wand.
None of the ones caught were either Ginny or their leader. Unfortunately, they missed that one of the prisoners, a witch, had a wand. The witch moved fast, she retrieved her wand and fired a curse to kill Hermione. Bill saw it and deflected the curse. that woas absorbed by the protective wall inside the room.
Hermione went to Bill. She hugged him, "You are always my friend," she touched his scars, to see if she could dispel human curses and darkness. Ron was the first to talk, "Your scars…" he stopped when he saw a small cloud emerge from Bill and change to dust. His curse was gone along with the scars, he would soon find out.
Lucius ordered the door closed. The prisoners had seen the 'healing.' This couldn't be allowed. His worries were unfounded since one of the guards, had already erased the event's memory from all those he deemed a risk, or from nearly everyone.
Harry had seen it, he went to Hermione, "All this is my fault, I brought them into your life," he lowered his head, "forgive me, I need your pardon."
Ron's arms were crossed, he stood straight, his face was made out of stone; Draco was the same, neither felt a smidgen of compassion. Ron's former affection for Harry was nearly gone. He couldn't forget how he had cried non-stop when Hermione was dying. His wife would hold him and console him. The pain was too fresh.
Ron's wife knew how he felt; she understood that Ron would always be a good loving husband, and that was enough for her, she married him knowing it and could live with it. She was very happy, he was a good wizard. Though, regardless of Ron's future feelings for Harry, she and many others would always hold Harry at an arm's length.
"Mimi, you don't have to, " Ron's voice was the coldest Hermione had ever heard.
Draco nodded, he agreed. "He doesn't deserve it," he ascertained.
Ron gave up his beloved Hermione because Harry asked him to do it. All for nothing since Harry wasted his friend's sacrifice, and if that weren't enough, Harry had facilitated an attack that nearly killed her.
"Ron, my dear friend, we all need to heal. There has been too much sorrow," Hermione came by Ron and held his hand, he didn't care who saw it, his eyes filled with tears of mourning for all the pain and damage resulting from Harry's thoughtless actions. It didn't last the warmth coming out Hermione's hand ran through him, and he remembered all their great adventures and their years together. Ron nodded, so Hermione turned and touched Harry's forehead.
At once, the scar fell from his forehead, when it hit the ground it took the shape of a small snake. As before, it turned into dust along with the cloud emerging from Harry. Hermione had healed his broken mind.
But no all was good, it seems healing had also a price when it was personal. She remembered his betrayal. The one that she had willed away years before because it hurt.
She had come to look for him, to tell him that she was pregnant. She had gone with Fleur thinking he would be happy. Harry already knew of her pregnancy, a friend of his had told him that she had been at the Healer.
"Harry where are you?" She walked to his room and opened the door. He had called Ginny, wanting to be caught shagging her.
Hermione stood frozen, "Why, what are you doing?" too bad she blurted out in front of Ginny, "I was coming to tell you that I might be pregnant." He point blank told her, "So? You don't own me." He was not ready to commit, it was a selfish act. The coward he was, he wanted her to break up with him. At the end, she lost the baby.
The wizards who loved her saw her sad face, they knew that she was aching, and admired her sense of fairness when she told Harry, "I remember that day, but I still forgive you."
Hermione was ill for a few days afterwards. When the mourning was over, she allowed the self-healing that she had denied herself by blocking the past. Her pain made many angry with Harry, but she asked them to let it go. Although they tried for her sake, none of them would ever trust Harry completely.
Draco noted something, Hermione's hand had neither glowed with Bill or Harry, nor had it caused great pain, he wondered why? Not that it mattered, the results were about the same.
Days Later
She sat between Draco and Lucius, "I understand that having a child with someone who feels trapped is not a good idea. It no longer hurts. Luckily, I have the two of you, and my babies are loved and welcome by everyone that matters."
She smiled remembering what her mother told her about her other baby, " The child was here before, I mean in your womb; the babe is here again. "Yes my loves, this time, my babies have two daddies who already love them."
"I hope that you will be well soon, I cannot wait. Seeing you up there, is making the wait difficult, I hope you improve quickly, " Draco sighed.
"Yup, all that wizards want is one thing…it is good, I want the same." Hermione looked at him with a half smile. She couldn't wait until her Healer told her all was in order.
Lucius harrumphed and reached behind Hermione, to smack Draco, "You need to be patient, she has gone through a lot." Easy to say but he was rather anxious himself.
At first Draco looked puzzled, until he guffawed, "You two have filthy minds, I meant, I cannot wait to go flying with you. I want to race you to see who is faster."
"Draco, that too, give it a rest, she will not be racing any time soon; you must ask the Healer when she will be able to race with you. You are like Ebanizer when he is after a bone. Let it go, grow up." Lucius admonished him.
"Says who?" Hermione who really felt better, jumped from the large chaise-longue, "You are on." Her wings were in full display. "Outside in two minutes, get your broom."
Draco jumped, he had a grin from ear to ear. "My love, I'll be there in ten, I need to get my broom. Be ready to lose to the fastest broom ever."
"You should be the one preparing for the great humiliation." She answered his taunt.
Neither was listening to Lucius, both were ahead of him, laughing like naughty children.
The guards were chuckling and following the pair. Lucius saw the guards exchanging coins, and one collecting them, "Stop them, you should not be betting, she is not well," he was following behind, alongside the house elves, dogs, and other Malfoy employees, everyone, but Lucius was making bets.
Poor Lucius, he was starting to find out that he wasn't anyone's boss. Draco and Hermione would always challenge him, and he was learning to relax and enjoy it.
Finally, he laughed, happy to be able to play and enjoy life after the close encounter with death.
"I bet on Hermione," he told Mipzy. But he was still Lucius, "Darling be careful, stay within the Manor…" he knew that nobody was listening. Instead of fuzzing more, he grinned and placed his bet.
Outside, near the Manor, an old witch and her son were trying to find the unplotted place. They would see it one day, and then…
The end?
a.n For now the end. Another try of a recurring team. Sort of like trying to find the best recipe. Yes, it could be longer, but this is it for now. HOPE YOU ALL LIKED THIS RIDE (non-beta)
I wanted to show that happy endings don't mean everyone is equally happy. By the way, I love story telling to make others happy. So let me see your pearly whites. :)