Disclosure Hp belongs to Jkr. The storyline, new character development, new events, and new characters are my intellectual property. Glorioux-
The end- Part a
Malfoy Chapel was decorated for the wedding. Drusilla made sure it looked perfect. Flowers from the conservatory and gardens filled the place. Colored fireflies flashed, forming runes and other symbols of happiness and love. Cygnus and Drusilla played magic string instruments, accompanying the young wizards singing a traditional wedding song. Most of the young wizards came, but Regulus stayed home, no need alerting Wallburga. The other one was Pettigrew, since his father was still very sick. Hermione thought it was better that way; something about Peter still bothered her. They made an unbreakable not to tell anyone else.
Fenrir, his nephew, and other of his people were there as well. Gellert sat in a corner, happiness filling the dark places.
And there were other guests, nobody saw the ghostly eyes present at the ceremony, all expectantly. Everyone is hoping to change the timelines. Well, knowing they might have made another reality. And all knowing that this was the last chance for the powerful being, Hermione's grandfather. Her mother was there as well, unseen by all, wishing she could be with her Tom and Hermione. But until a few more things happened, they couldn't be seen.
Abraxas and Lucius wore ceremonial robes, similar to the ones at Lucius's birthday ball. Lucius couldn't stop smiling. Tom walked the bride in, but the young wizards would not remember later. To make sure, Tom wore a cloak, to remain anonymous. His heart burst with pride; his child married the most powerful heir of the British Wizarding World. His eyes were soft with love, thinking she was the most beautiful bride ever.
When Hermione entered the chapel, Lucius was sure this was a dream. Hermione had green velvet and silk Malfoy bride gown from a bride in the 16th century. The velvet top was fitted, embroidered with seed pearls and emerald chips, with sleeves of the same color silk, embroidered like the top. The dress opened below the waist into a wide skirt, made out of velvet with godet inserts embroidered with stars, half moons, and magical symbols. Mipzy fixed Hermione's hair, weaving a pearl rope. The pearl and diamond bobs were a gift from Lucius, right before the wedding.
The private ceremony was over in minutes, Lucius kissed the bride until the young wizards laughed raucously, and Tom tapped on his shoulder. A small celebration followed. After graduating from Hogwarts, they would have a big celebration and a large wedding.
Several of the young wizards kissed the bride close to her mouth. Sirius was incredibly daring. Lucius coughed and had to grin when Sirius winked at him. Severus and Remus were not far behind. Abraxas was sure that a couple of them would try to court Hermione later on. His bet was on Sirius, but he could see Remus and Severus doing the same.
Abraxas told Lucius, "Go to the house by Hogwarts. It is ready for you. Today is Friday, though you must remember you have three nights and two days. Someone will come to remind you."
They arrived at the house holding hands, "Let's celebrate with a glass of champagne," Lucius said, opening the waiting bottle. He poured two glasses; they drank, crossing their arms. He kissed her after every sip. They had a slice of cake, and that was the end of their celebration.
"Mrs. Malfoy, come with me," He tried to smile, but all he could think of was being with her.
Hermione nodded and followed, holding her long skirt. Lucius thought he looked like an old-time princess, and Drusilla had made the same comment. Whereas nobody knew, Hermione was indeed a princess. Her grandfather was an old powerful being. One day, she would meet him.
"My love, you look like a princess," he kissed her hand, eating her with his eyes.
She smiled mysteriously, "Almost like a princess."
"Why is that, I am curious, do tell." Lucius grinned.
"You will see," she tiptoed and tapped his nose, "not quite a princess."
"I will see, indeed," Lucius answered, looking at her, hungrily.
He dressed formally like the ball's night but wore a white silk vest and a formal wedding robe. He tied his hair with a matching velvet tie. He took her breath away; she should be tired, but she wasn't. She also wanted him.
They walked to the room, holding hands, "Here, let me help you. We don't want to ruin the dress." Lucius was dying to undress her.
He untied all the closings, uncovering bare skin; he chuckled, "I see, Hmm, no chemise? "
"No, sorry," she pretended to be shy.
He kissed her back as he lowered the gown, past her hips; "You are beautiful." Lucius said, going down on his knees to lick her bum.
"Bad witch, you married me all naked under? Not a proper lady, I see," Lucius chuckled.
She nodded, "I forgot, "Hermione shrugged her shoulders.
"Aha," Lucius said, "right, easy to forget, naughty witch," both smiled.
His hands raised to her breasts, "You are so pretty all over." His finger traced her hip, moving over to her breast. "One second," he took his wand, undressed, and stood up.
He crouched down to place his cock between her thighs, kissing her non-stop.
Suddenly, he stopped, not standing up, not moving, holding her. "We are together, my wife, my love," he said as he peppered her face with kisses. Then, he let her go.
"Could you turn once?" Lucius asked, sitting down, his cock straight up. He licked his lips.
She turned around, feeling shy once more. "My love, you are true perfection. I was right. Come here," his lips lowered to her belly. "I want to kiss you there."
She moved closer to his mouth, "I read about it. We can do this together." She told him.
Lucius sounded uncertain. "Ermi, do you love me?"
"I do, I must have, I married you. I love you." Hermione caressed his face. Desire ran thru her.
"Do you love me forever? I need to know?" His voice was hesitating.
"I do." Hermione knew she did.
"Never leave me, I would die." Lucius was worried.
"Never," she meant it. She was sure the now hazy future was changed. She remembered the sad Lucius; maybe she had hurt him badly, and it wouldn't happen that way because she loved him.
He kissed her stomach and nuzzled her lower. His finger slid inside her.
"Gods, so wet, you want me, you do," Lucius lowered his head; he kissed and licked between her legs, holding her close to his mouth, felt her climax on his finger.
"You, on my mouth, oh gods. My love, my wife," Lucius stood up and picked her up on his arms.
"My Lucius, I love you, I do." The future was but a faded memory. When Lucius lowered her into the bed, a mist filled the room, but neither noticed.
Lucius kneeled between her legs. Hermione looked at him with awe. He was beautiful, looking like a perfect sculpture. No question, his eyes filled with love. "My love, my wife, I am not sure I can wait," he lowered his body, pulling her face up. He kissed her slowly as he opened her thighs; as she caressed his neck and head.
"Love, open a little more. Don't be afraid; it cannot hurt much. I am sorry magic doesn't work, not here, not during childbirth."
"It will hurt," she was sure he was large. But she could not remember with Draco; Draco was a distant memory. It was nearly gone.
He wanted to be in her; gentle was not possible. He guided himself into her. He thrust, unrelentingly, "Does it feel good, Ermi? I will stop if it hurts." He asked, nearly whispering, but thrust harder, his body arched, his mouth on hers.
She cringed in pain, "Stop, now, it hurts."
He could barely hear. It was jumbled. He thrust again harder, and it was over.
All changed, "Don't stop; it hurts less." Hermione said.
"I love you; I love you," Lucius' face showed the pleasure he felt. He covered her face with kisses. Gods she is so snug, he thought, gods. She was even better, coming around his cock.
Tears rolled down his cheeks, "My love, it is me with you. I am sorry I hurt you, but I cannot stop. Hold me, tell me you love you; I fear I will lose you. I would die. Say you will be with me, always, say it." Lucius had a premonition. It scared him.
"I love you, my husband, my Lucius," her legs wrapped around his hips.
"Love you, l my wife. So good, so good," he held her, his body shuddering. "I am almost there. My love is so good, so good to be inside you. Now love, now, yes."
Hermione felt one with him, never like this. He never closed his eyes, "Darling, again," he was hard again. When it was over, he caressed her tenderly.
"I want to stay here for days, maybe years. Malfoys only love to be once; my father never stopped loving Drusilla. Now I understand him. I wish them well and wish for their happiness." Lucius kissed her before they fell asleep, their bodies entwined.
The day they came back after married, Albus saw them kissing; the Malfoy heir had her against a wall; they looked very intimate. Miss L'Argent sensed him and moved back. When he looked at her, looking unguarded, Albus suddenly realized who she reminded him of, and she was Tom's child. He had been wrong about Tom if he could have a daughter like her. Someone else was looking after the young witch?
Albus went to his office, distressed. What if the demon was just waiting for him. There were other damaged portals. It was a matter of time. He saw a lemon jelly on his desk, "Mother, are you here?" He called.
He heard the voice, "Yes, my tart lemon, you are on your way. Tell Tom about your fears, finish what you started. Go back where you came from—a quiet life, the old retired wizard, helping others, tending the gardens. Go on. The demon won't find you there. Don't crave power; just live a good life; take my sweet Abe with you!"
Warm lips kissed his brow, his mother's favorite perfume lingered. He knew what to do.
Albus arranged to see Tom, "Tom, we made mistakes, we both did, but my sins are the worst. I cannot change what I did, so I am going away. But before I do, I want to tell my people. Dońt be concerned, but I` think I know your big secret. Your secret is the Black's cousin, Miss L'Argent, a powerful and good young witch. You have in you if she is yours. She will keep you straight, I am certain. You are fortunate."
Tom revealed nothing, waiting for Albus to finish. He calmed himself.
"Before I leave, I must tell you, I am not so sure the demon is all gone. As you know, there are other portals. Thus, It will be back sooner or later. Please listen to me." Albus told him about Pettigrew, watching Hermione with Malfoy, and what he had told Albus. "It would do good for everyone to be watchful. I believe that It wants something with your daughter. Not that I think the young wizard is possessed, but the demon must have 'touched' a few whenever it could." Albus was sure he had checked before coming, and Mr. Pettigrew wasn't possessed, but the demon had some power over him.
"Set up the signing of peace for this evening." With those words, Albus was gone. Tom called Fenrir and told him about Pettigrew; both worried and knew to be watchful. Professor Olbo alerted Lucius to be on the lookout.
Albus called an ambitious young reporter Rita Skeeter, "It is a time for peace, I think we need a new government; a council should be formed. I cannot be a part of it. I suggest It is for a vote. I will sit on it for a few weeks, but I am leaving. I want professor Olbo to take my place. The MoM should go, as well."
That same day the peace agreement was signed. A temporary council was set, members of warring factions sat, it was agreed Tom should preside. Tom was waiting for his child and her husband to join the council later on. Fenrir and Abraxas also joined the council, along with a centaur, a goblin, and others. A new beginning started for everyone.
Albus left, his brother accompanied him.
There was a celebration in places the Wizarding world couldn't see. Powerful beings, freed from a long punishment, were back, saved by the promised peace. That night, someone knocked at Tom's door. He lived at the dower house in the Malfoy estate. He hoped and was right, "Nannette, my love," he held her tight. She wasn't alone. A young Wizard who looked like her twin stood there with another witch. "My grandmother Amelia and my brother Eli. They will use your Floo to go to her husband, my grandfather Gellert."
Tom held her tight. Life was complete. All would be well, he hoped, but still worried.
He should. It wasn't over, not entirely. It all depended on Hermione.