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Hermione fidgeted around in her undergarments. Pansy, Daphne, and Luna were fluttering around her as they did her up. For a traditional wedding the brides didn't decorate themselves with anything fake, only nature. So Hermione had lemon on her lips to make them shine and water on her lashes to elongate them. Her undergarments were lacy and sheer. When she had asked why, Pansy had replied that she needed to have a good night.

Hermione slipped her dress on. It was an off white piece that went with her peach skin perfectly. Its halter neck and keyhole wrapped tightly around her body, and the rest of the dress flowed down to the ground in waves with flowers embroidered on the top layer.

Luna had kept Hermione's hair loose like always, and curled it to the side before weaving flowers into it. White flowers. She was going barefoot, and now all that was left were the basic jewelry pieces: something old, new, borrowed, and blue.

She was wearing an old pear of pearl earrings from her fifth year with the dress. They were simple but dangling from the pearls was another smaller silver pearl. Her new was her undergarments. Her borrowed was Vince's hand cuff from Astoria.

"He would want you to have it." she had whispered, pressing it into Hermione's hand. So the black leather cuff sat on Hermione's wrist. Her blue was the promise necklace Draco gave her in sixth year.

She was ready. Hermione then helped her friends into their bridesmaid dresses. All of them wore tight strapless gowns with no designs that hugged their bodies. Luna's was ice blue, Daphne's was light green, and Pansy's was lavender. All three had matching flowers braided into their hair, and no makeup.

Blaise, Theo, and Greg were the grooms. In a magical wedding, Draco stood at the altar with his mother instead of a close friend. Draco. Hermione had initially been nervous for the wedding, but now she couldn't wait for it. Hermione Malfoy. It sounded so wonderful on her tongue.


Draco was nervous. He knew he was. He was getting married for Merlin's sake! He fidgeted slightly in his black dress robes and looked around himself. The wedding location was perfect. It was the gazebo he had proposed to Hermione in.

The path she would walk down was strewn with flowers, so that the ground didn't hurt her bare feet. He was standing in the middle, with white Roman columns surrounding him on an elevated platform. The columns had flowers spiralling around them, and lights hung from the trees and bushes. The wedding was big, since Hermione was the undersecretary to the Minister.

He saw many people out there, though the front seats were reserved for family and friends. Many members of the SM had been invited to the wedding. He grinned as Susan and Hannah waved at him from the front row. Three seats had been left empty in the front to represent Bellatrix, Snape, and Vincent.

Then the music started. Not wedding muggle music, but faerie song. Sweet beautiful music that entranced everyone, and whispered words of love in their ears. To Draco it sounded like the crackle of a warm fire while it rained outside in spring.

The bridesmaids started walking down, holding scented candles in their hands to illuminate their faces in the dark of night. The wedding was taking place at midnight, an auspicious time in magic. Then Hermione came, and Draco froze.

Her gown revealed most of her shoulders, and was backless. It wrapped around her peach skin, illuminating the flowers in her hair and her smooth face. She had a loving look on her face as she gazed at him, shadowed by the faerie lights. His father was next to her, walking her down the aisle.

His throat felt dry as she ascended the platform, taking her place next to him. Their bonder, a ministry person, stood to the side.

"Fellow Witches and Wizards." he started. "We are gathered today to witness the joining of Draco Abraxas Malfoy, Pureblood Slytherin, and Hermione Jean Granger, Muggleborn Slytherin."

Draco gritted his teeth slightly at the obviously disapproving lilt in his voice as he said Hermione's name.

"Who gives this girl in marriage?"

"I do." Lucius said.

"And who gives this boy in marriage?"

"I do." Narcissa said.

"Are there any objections?" he asked, scanning the crowd. There was silence.

"Then by the laws of earth, air, fire, and water, by the sacred alliance of Merlin and Arthur, I pronounce you two bonded! Ut per vinculum pacis animabus vestris!"

Draco felt a rush of magic as their magical cores bonded. Colors flashed in front of his eyes as he experienced the elation Hermione felt at this moment, and the puzzlement at the bonding colors. The feeling was amazing. He could feel Hermione's presence no matter where she went now. He could feel her magic dancing with his own, creating a balance that the two would live in, like the Yin and Yang.

On an impulse he leaned forward to kiss her, and she responded eagerly. This wasn't a rough kiss, no. This was soft and sweet, because Hermione Granger was now Hermione Malfoy.


Hermione was excited as she walked around the garden. The Elves were setting up the food tables and dance floor, while she went around the manor talking to people. After thanking and smiling at some Ministry Lackey she was pulled aside by Mr Malfoy. Her new father- in - law.

"I have some people for you to meet." he muttered, pulling her into a corridor outside the main room. When Hermione glimpsed the people who were there she stiffened up.

They were her parents.

Hermione got a good look at Dan and Emma Granger. They looked the same, albeit with a little more grey in their hair.

"Why are they here?" Hermione snarled. "They're muggles."

"Because you need closure." Draco told her softly, coming out of the shadows. "No matter how much you deny it, you still have some memory of your parents in you, and unless you come to terms with that you won't be able to move on. We just went through a war, Hermione. You need this."

Hermione turned around to look blankly at her birth parents.

"Mother. Father." she said stiffly.

She wanted nothing to do with them frankly.

"Hermione." Emma whispered. "You look so grown up."

"Thank you." Hermione replied, keeping her head high.

"Isn't eighteen too young to be married?" Dan frowned.

"I'm an adult now, and I can make my own choices." Hermione snapped at him.

She took a deep breath to cool down.

"You should leave." she said. "I realize now that no matter what you can never be a part of my life. Thank you for raising me, but I'm with family now."

"We're proud of you." Emma said softly. "We never approved of magic but we are proud of what a beautiful strong lady you have become. We know nothing can make up for what she did, and we won't try."

Hermione schooled her face. They may not have realized it, but those words rang in her heart beautifully. When she was younger she had longed only for their approval, and it was still in her, deep seated. Now it was gone. Her parents left, and Hermione turned to Draco as they entered the hall and left for the garden to dance.

"Thank you." Hermione murmured to him. "I needed that."

He gave her a large smile before offering his hand to her for the first dance.

"My lady." he smirked slyly.

She gave a grin and took his hand, before he spun her onto the dance floor in a storm of white fabric and brown curls.

I have died everyday, waiting for you

Darling, don't be afraid, I have loved you for a thousand years

I'll love you for a thousand more…

Soon the dance ended, and Blaise took his spot in the DJ box. He was starting his own nightclub, and Hermione had given him the DJ job because of how much good music he knew.

"Let's get this party started!" he roared.

With a cheer the dance floor was swarmed, and Hermione laughed giddily as Draco spun her around.

All this time, you weren't even on my mind.

Who would have known that you'd be,

Be the one in the million I need.

"Mrs Malfoy?" Theo asked her from a corner, offering her his hand.

"Theo." she smiled, taking a shot of champagne and allowing herself to dance with him.

"You're like my sister, you know that?" he asked.

"And you're my brother." she laughed.

You Love's Like,

Breathing in the Salty air

Of summer on a private island just for me

Your love's like the feeling I get

When my favorite songs spinnin' in my head…

"I'm proud. The first time I saw you, you were eleven, and I knew you were destined for great things."

"I'm just glad I wasn't a Gryffindor." Hermione teased.

After another fast dance with Draco, she was spun into the arms of her new father in law.

"Miss Malfoy." he said formally, and Hermione took his hand for the traditional father daughter dance.

Get you on the floor

Don't hurt nobody

Can't you see we were made just to move our bodies

Forget about the crowd, it gonna be the party

If you say you can dance, boy then here come on it!

"Severus would be proud." he said after a while.

"I hope so." Hermione whispered, a brief moment of grief passing over her smooth features.

"Take care of my son, Hermione.." he said calmly, before sweeping away and leaving Hermione with Draco again.

The party was starting to wind down, and Hermione had danced with all of her friends.

"Come on." Draco said, taking her hand and leading her down the hall to their new bedroom.

Their bedroom. It sounding so sinful in Hermione's mind. She took a good look around the beautiful light yellow room with brown furniture and a green four poster bed before she was pushed onto said bed.


"Have fun?" Theo teased them later the next day.

Hermione simply smirked before going to the library for research. Horcruxes were the topic of her research. Draco had given her some of the soot from the Fiendfyre because it was so rare, and when doing research on it she found an unknown substance in it.

More research gave the substance a name: a Horcrux. Questioning gave her knowledge about the diadem, and from there it was interrogations on Ron Weasley through Veritaserum and Memory Charms.

Horcruxes. They were undoubtedly the darkest thing she had ever come across. To break pieces of her soul was bad enough for her, but to actually remove them from her body entirely sounded horrible. Soul containers were an apt description. And from what she heard Potter and Weasley destroyed a fake last Horcrux: Hufflepuff's cup.

An item which she knew was in Bella's vault. And The Lestrange Vault had merged with the Black Vault which merged with the Malfoy Vault, so all she had to do was find it. And find it she did. A white and golden cup, touched by darkness that tried to capture her soul. Her occlumency kept the darkness out fortunately, enough for her to drop it and levitate it instead.

So here Hermione was, sitting on her bed and looking at the Dark Lord's last horcrux. What to do? She could kill him, or keep him alive. In a weird way, Hermione looked up to the Dark Lord, but she was still serving him.

After a few days, Draco noticed something was wrong. Hermione was subdued and always thinking of something. She would go to work, come back, and lock herself in the Potions Lab or go volunteer at St. Mungo's.

"What's wrong?" he asked her one night.

She gave him a wane smile.

"I need to make a choice: Freedom and Power, or Servility. I don't know which."

"You deserve to be free." he told her gently.

She gave him a watery smile. Draco always knew what to tell her.

The next day she dropped the horcrux in a warded room and set it alight with Fiendfyre. She watched in fascination as it shriveled up with a scream and died, for a better sense of word. Hermione felt a rush of power. If she killed the Dark Lord, power would be hers. She wouldn't have to serve him anymore.

But on the other hand, she owed him. She owed him for her position of power in the Ministry. So what to do? Hermione decided to take a break and go to the Potions conference.

She wore a black pencil skirt and an emerald blouse with a keyhole neckline. Golden earrings, a golden bracelet, black heels, and a black cloak completed it, with red lipstick. She was given awkward looks when she entered without a mentor.

"Seeing as how my mentor died after I finished my potions I assumed that I would still be allowed to submit them?" she asked bluntly to the board.

"Yes Mrs Malfoy. Continue." said one of the men.

Both her Bezoar Potion and her Mind Potion, which she had renamed Snape's draught, were made potions, and Hermione was given the status of Potions Mistress.

"Which category of Potions will you specialize in?" one of the men asked.

"Healing and Battle Potions." Hermione replied.

And so she was set. And now Hermione sat on her bed, toying with a vial of poison.

Poison.

It seemed like such an easy thing to do. The house elves already liked her, and wouldn't tell anyone. Then she would have power. No one to serve but the Minister, who was also her father in law. What she didn't like was the serving.

Even if Lucius was Minister he was bound to do whatever the Dark Lord told him. And when Hermione caught word of laws against Muggleborns being reenacted and the Muggle Born Registration continuing she knew she had to stop it.

This was tyranny, no this was a dictatorship.

So why did Hermione feel a clenching in her gut as she handed the vial of Nightlock to Tippy the house elf?

That evening was a death eater meeting dinner to celebrate their victory and plan their next moves. Very few death eaters were left: Dolohov, the Malfoys, and Yaxley in the inner circle, not counting Hermione, Draco, and Theo.

"To victory." he toasted with a smirk, and everyone followed the Dark Lord in taking a drink.

For a few seconds nothing happened, and Hermione thought her plan had gone horribly wrong. Then the Dark Lord started choking. He clutched his neck, and after a few seconds he keeled over. To her shock and surprise, the same thing happened to Dolohov and Yaxley.

She looked around and Draco and Theo gave her small smirks. She raised her eyebrows.

"We caught wind of your plan from the house elves. Figured that now we would be the only ones in power." Draco shrugged.

Hermione gaped a little before closing her mouth and thinking.

"Now what?" she asked.

"We continue where we are. Theo takes his spot in Wizengamot with me, and we start doing what we want." Draco said.

That night found Hermione crying on their bed.

"I should hate them, but I can't. No matter what as small part of me will still look up to them. And they won't get funerals!" she wailed.

"It's alright." Draco soothed her, tucking her into bed and climbing in with her while Hermione let her tears fall down.

As Hermione predicted, there were no funerals. All the anti-uggleborn laws were scrapped except for one: The Muggleborn Introduction Law.

Muggleborns would now be required to learn about the Wizarding World at the age of nine so they had two years to learn about it and be as instructed in its social etiquette as purebloods.

And so the war was now completely over. The Dark Lord and most of his death eaters were dead. Except for a few people in his ranks all of them were dead. The Light had suffered a severe blow, and it was unlikely it would rise again with the new laws in place.

Hermione started going out of the house again. She met up with Susan and Hannah for lunch one day. She set Astoria up with Terry Boot. She gave Lavender, Padma, and Parvati the idea to merge their fashion and cosmetic business with Pansy and Daphne's fashions. They called their new business Triple PDL.

She moved on from the war. And in the aftermath of it all she realized that she really was like a phoenix, like Ankaa. Because in the ashes of war she rose stronger than before. Even though she couldn't be reborn, every time something bad happened she would come out of it stronger.

So when Draco asked for a child she agreed.

"What to name him?" Hermione asked Draco as they lay one night, years later.

Lucius and Narcissa had moved to a smaller property by the sea, leaving the Manor to Hermione and Draco. She had redecorated, adding lighter greens, blues, and the occasional red to the dark manor.

"I don't know." Hermione murmured.

"I always liked the name Scorpius." he said softly. "Scorpius, the scorpion, son of the dragon and princess."

"Draco, I'm not a princess." she blushed.

"Yes, you are." he whispered. "You're my princess. You're Slytherin's Princess."

"Scorpius." Hermione said. "Scorpius Severus Malfoy."

"I love it." he said softly. "Scorpius Severus."

Months later in the hospital, at the age of 25, Hermione Malfoy gave birth to Scorpius Severus Malfoy, a beautiful baby with locks of blonde unruly hair, grey eyes, and his mother's nose.

"He's beautiful." Hermione whispered, tears in her eyes as she cradled her baby.

Scorpius grew up loved but not spoiled by both his parents, though his godparents Blaise and Luna Zabini did spoil him. His best friends were Pandora Zabini, Laurel Nott, Arcturus Parkinson, and Regulus Smith.

And so he was. The beginning of a new generation, in a time of peace, where both dark and light magic were taught at Hogwarts. Where it was a time of peace, all thanks to the Sorting Hat's choice to place a Muggleborn in Slytherin.

All was well.