One more after this my pretties. The end is near and new stories are being written after this one is nicely tucked away. The last chapter will be filled with fluff and love and angst and yucky freely stuff that we all love at the end of the day. Every character will have a somewhat happy ending for those of you that need that assurance. No more gore from here on out. Thanks for following along and leaving me lovely comments. Keep up the wonderful things you say for other authors down the road. Once again, I don't own Harry Potter in any aspect and make no money from writing fanfiction. That's why it's fanfiction.

The girls were treated, interviews conducted and evidence taken stock in. But something confused Hermione. Slughorn was brought into custody with barely a hiccup, Madam Goyle was in the Ministry holding cells along with Cho Chang Goyle. But who the hell was Madam Ivanov?

She went through every family tree she could get her hands on, but not a single branch on any tree connected to anyone marrying into the Ivanov's family. She was getting frustrated with herself and with Madam Goyle for not providing any answers. The woman was tight lipped and refused to roll over.

Shoving her hands into her hair and blowing out a long breath, she slumped over her desk. As nice as it was to not be in Draco's office any longer, it was also a little jarring at how use to it she had become. When Minister Shacklebolt announced the disband of the Marrige Law due to the girls being tortured because of the law itself, Hermione was relieved. A new law was in the making that required 2 pregnancies in 5 years but they weren't making people stay married. She hated sharing her home, her bed, her bathroom but she had gotten use to it. She had gotten use to Draco stepping behind her in the shower and his fingers playing between her thighs. She had gotten use to him rolling over to grind himself against her in the middle of the night. She had gotten use to making him a coffee along with her own when she woke up in the mornings. She would miss him if he left. But she was relieved. Yes, very relieved. Right.

Rubbing her tired eyes, she picked up the Goyle family tree she had copied and scanned it over one more time. Still seeing nothing important, she got up from her desk to make a tea as a pick-me-up. She headed toward to kitchenette with a slump to her shoulders. She really needed some sleep but she wanted to piece together the end of this mystery before it was considered officially over. She owed it to these girls.

Walking around the corner of the tiny kitchen she caught the tail end of Seamus and Harry's conversation.

"...portkey went to the basement of the house. Good thing Malfoy drug her here instead of letting her answer it."

Well now she didn't have to wonder about the note and the owl anymore.

"But who sent it?" Harry asked him, as Hermione came into view.

"A Madam Ivanov it said. To be invited for tea. Which sounds like bullshite, if you ask me." Seamus looked like he might be attempting to drown in his cup of coffee instead of drinking it. He had grass stains on his robes and what looked to be toothpaste. At least she hoped it was toothpaste.

"So I take it that Professor Slughorn struggled?" she asked him, putting the kettle on the stove.

"No, actually. We were headed up to the castle to bring in ole Sluggy, when I asked Malfoy if he was going to divorce you know that the law was over and he pushed me. Big child that one is. Could have just said no."

She could feel her cheeks warming under Harry's scrutiny. They hadn't talked about it, so she had assumed. But what was that saying about assuming again? Oh yes, ass. Then all the sudden the little room filled with laughter.

Harry was laughing so hard, he was holding his side were he always seemed to get a stitch if he laughed to hard and slamming one hand against the table.

"Bloody hell, Mione. What did you do? Did you sleep with him? Did you kiss him good night? You made him love you didn't you?"

"No! Well yes, I did sleep with him. A few times but I didn't make him love me." She slammed the kettle back down on the stove top after she had poured her cup. She added a teabag to the hot water and turned around to almost collide with her husband. "Draco," she stammered out.

He grabbed a cup by the cupboard by her head, and stepped around her to the kettle.

"She is right, she didn't make me love her," he told the room at large. "But I did fuck her on every surface available in her little flat, before I decided to stay."

Seamus started rolling with laughter while Harry turned a bit green.

"She's my sister, mate. Seriously?"

"She my wife, mate. And she tastes like honey." He made a show of licking his fingers while Harry gagged.

"What's the matter, Potter? Did Pansy tell you to take a hike?" Draco asked him.

Harry's face lost it's green tint and was instantly red that put the Weasley's to shame. "Um, no actually. She told me if I tried, she would hex my bullocks off. I should have never given her back her wand when we found them at that house."

Draco snatched the paper Hermione held in her hand, taking a sip out of his tea. "That makes sense for Pansy. She was always passionate about what she wanted. What is this for?" He handed the paper back to Hermione.

"Goyle family tree. I was trying to find a Madam Ivanov in the family tree's I could find in the archives. I've been over every Sacred 28 Pureblood family and nothing. I've even started looking through slightly lesser houses but I'm not finding a single Ivanov anywhere."

"Ivanov?", Blaise Zabini came through the door striding to sit next to Harry. "What do you want with an Ivanov?"

"George spoke to that house elf at the Dower house", Seamus told him. "Said a Madam Ivanov left needles and vials of blood all over the stairs and counters. She is a part of it but we don't know who she is."

"I do", Blaise said calmly. "My mother has been married multiple times, but in social circles still goes by Zabini because my father held the most power before his death. She recently married a Roman Ivanov and hasn't had time to stop by and meet my new wife. Let's pay her a visit, shall we?"

Cho Chang Goyle's Imperio curse was lifted with the help of Professor McGonagall. She told them about how she was reading by the fire one night with Gregory drapped over her lap, when his mother walked in. She said they fought for hours about how "Being in love with a filthy Halfbreed was beneath him". That he could keep her as a pet, a mistress, but that he needed to have a Pureblood wife in order to further the bloodline. When Greg refused and told his mother that he would abide by the law, that he was trying to save himself from still being the scared little boy who let his father and his friends push him to a life he never wanted, she killed him. Cho was obviously devastated. Greg had been kind to her, sweet and doting. Where once a brute of a boy had stood, now she was shown a grown man who made his own choices and she had lost him. She was locked in the basement until Professor Slughorn had come and placed her under the Imperius Curse.

Slughorn had been jolly and reminiscent the whole interview, excited to see Harry again and tried to pull Hermione into discussions about new magical theories he had read up on in Charms Monthly. He didn't seem to understand the questions nor did he remember getting upset with Kingsley over not receiving a wife when dosed with Veritaserum. He claimed he never wanted a wife, they ruined spontaneous meetings with old friends and new acquaintances. A quick Legilimency session proved that his mind had been tampered with on many occasions.

Madam Goyle had the audacity to laugh when they asked about Greg. Said she would rather have no son at all than one that laid with filth. When asked what she had planned to do with the girls, she said she had some of Goyle Sr.'s spunk put away for safe keeping, like most Purebloods did in times of war and was looking for a match to make new baby Goyles. She had sent out multiple port keys and had Cho tail multiple people but when the Ministry caught wind of what was happening, owls kept coming back unopened and Cho was having a hard time finding witches on their own, she was forced to stick with who she had. When asked about who had played with Slughor's mind she laughed even harder. She was sent to Azkaban with no chance for parole.

Madam Ivanov, also known as Madam Zabini, was never heard from again. When Blaise came back to the Ministry he had a cold look in his eye and Seamus looked rather spooked, but Draco looked like he was bored. When asked what happened they said she told them she had helped in order to have multiple options for when her newest husband had passed, before she mysteriously disappeared. Seamus puked in a near by plant, but Blaise seemed lighter almost. Like he had rid the world of a monster. He seemed to think they would never hear or see her again. He and Draco spent a long time in the bathroom scrubbing their hands after they returned. No one questioned her disappearance and no one cared what they had done to make her disappear. Not one person lost an ounce of sleep.

A new law was erected to replace the Marriage Law, that required every young single woman to bare 2 children in 5 years to make up for the possibilty of more had they been married. But the girls would be compensated handsomely for each child. Divorce skyrocketed for two weeks, people flying into the Marriage, Births and Deaths office at breakneck speed. A staggering number of pregnancies followed.