The Spy
by somekindofwildgirl
Chapter 11
Five Years Later…
The ocean breeze brushing across my face was calming. My brown hair was tangled and kept blowing into my face but I didn't care. Canada had given me peace of mind, something that I had never expected. Draco and I found our home in Vancouver, a place that was filled with activity and creativity. There was a relaxed feel about it despite its busyness and the mountains were only hours away from us. It was quite different from London and it was a change that we both needed.
Our names had changed, but we were able to keep our appearances mostly the same. My hair was a darker brown and I had grown it out so that it no longer was a frizzy mess. Draco kept his hair short. He was always wearing one hat or another, hiding his distinguishable hair. Although the Canadian magical community knew about our war, they weren't obsessed with it like we were. It was the reason that Draco and I were able to live there without detection. After we left London, Harry tried to clear our names. He defended us against the Ministry, the Daily Prophet, and the public. It didn't matter. We were two ex-Death Eaters and no redemption story was going to sway them.
Pansy, Theo, and Blaise were arrested and given a lifetime sentence in Azkaban. I was relieved to hear that they were going to be put away and I hoped that no one else would be as foolish as they had been. The trio revealed the mole's name but it turned out to be a false identity. The traitor was meticulous and adept at covering his tracks. It still bothered me that he was out there working in the shadows undetected, but there was nothing that I could do about it.
After a long discussion, Draco and I decided to leave our occupation behind. It took a year to break Pansy's curse and there were still things that I couldn't remember. My childhood and early days at Hogwarts were a blur. I knew the feelings that I had, but the events that happened were vague. My parents were only a shadow of a memory. This was a result of having my memory altered too many times. My recovery had been long, but Draco had been at my side through it all.
"There you are. What are you thinking about?" he asked, wrapping his arms around me.
I relaxed into his embrace. "I was just thinking about our past. Did you know that this is our fifth anniversary since we arrived in Canada?"
"How could I forget? I feel like that's when my life truly began," Draco said. "Do you have any regrets?"
"None. Even if we were somehow able to return to London, I would stay here," I said, turning so that we were face-to-face. "You are my home."
His lips met mine and I melted into him. Even after all these years, I couldn't get enough of him. I made the best decision of my life that day in the forest. I didn't know Draco – at least I couldn't remember him – yet my soul knew what he meant to me even if my mind didn't.
"Let's go home, wife."
I knew I was wearing a stupid smile on my face. The woman that I had been after the war would never have believed that a life like this was possible. That Hermione would have run away from any sign of intimacy, connection, and trust. Back then, I thought that the darkness would swallow me whole, that there would be no way out. It was a long, brutal process, but I would never have become the person I was today without overcoming it.
That last mission had pushed me further than I thought I could go, but Draco was right. Our lives in London had to end, for them to truly begin.
The End
Author's Note: Wow, I can't believe I finished this story! This was an experiment both in style and first person POV. I'm working on another Draco/Hermione story right now. Check out my profile page for updates!
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