A/N: SMUT, SMUT, SMUT! Don't read this at work, unless you want to. Just don't say I didn't warn you.
I've just got to say, you are the best! The amount of 'how about all 3' I've seen, has had me ROLLING. Greedy, you all are greedy, and I love it because I am too. My short and sweet Epilogue has transformed thanks to everyone.
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Chapter 29, Home
It had been a month since Hermione and Draco had stormed Paris together and gotten their daughter back. In that month, a lot had happened.
Aurora was admitted to St. Mungo's for observation for a week, as her bouts of accidental magic after such a traumatic experience had increased substantially. It had been enough that Healer Ella had taken to teaching Aurora some calming techniques from the influx of power that she was now displaying.
The French Ministry of Magic had not been particularly happy with either Draco or Hermione for the events that had taken place, but were grateful to the pair since they had yet to work out how to enter the hidden market place Hermione had given them a tip on. With the agreement that if they would never entered the country unauthorized again, handed over the Runes to enter the black street, and paid a hefty fine, they were willing to drop all charges against the parents.
The British Ministry of Magic put both Hermione and Draco on a twelve-week paid suspension from work for going around an open investigation. When Hestia and Kingsley were sitting and giving Hermione her disciplinary hearing and what her 'punishment' was, her department head had given her a quick wink knowing that Hermione would have been taking the time off to be with Aurora anyway.
What happened to Tiberius? He was promptly arrested after walking back into the Ministry for work, after watching the building collapse in on itself and not seeing anyone exit. He'd assumed that he'd left all five for dead and figured that their bodies would never be discovered, and felt confident that he'd gotten away with all his crimes.
After being interrogated with the use of Veritaserum, it was discovered that he'd been working for Lucius after barrowing 600 Million Galleons and losing it all to gambling debts. Using a combination of the Imperius Curse and Obliviating Cormac, who had already been known for roaming the Ministry, he'd gotten his nephew to unwillingly curse enough other workers to make sure the dead owl ended up on Hermione's desk with the threatening letter.
Tiberius had admitted that he was tired of living his life under Lucius's thumb and after deducting that Lucius had found a grandchild, Tiberius had Cormac begin hanging out in the Legal Department more to listen in on what Draco was up to. After Draco's solicitor had left Draco's office to file Aurora's new birth certificate, Cormac had subdued the poor man to steal the documents and then Obliterated the interaction between the two of them so that the solicitor was none the wiser.
The contact at St. Mungo's turned out to be a Healer that Lucius had threatened on numerous occasions, and was willing to do anything to help put the Malfoy patriarch in his place. He was arrested and fined for releasing the private medical records of Draco, Aurora, and Astoria to Tiberius. In addition to that, he also was stripped of his license to practice healing.
The trial of Tiberius Ogden – McLaggen was handled by none other than lead prosecutor, Rachel Brooks. She swooped in and managed a staggering vote of conviction of ninety percent from the Wizengamot of twenty counts of use of an unforgiveable, on count kidnapping, one count of attempted human trafficking, and one count assault of a protected being.
With those charges against him, Tiberius was stripped of his title of Chief Warlock and sentenced to eighty years in Azkaban with a chance of parole after forty years served. With his advanced age, however, there is no chance that the man will ever step foot outside the prison again.
With the publicity of the McLaggen trial, and the part that Lucius played in it, Lucius was brought up on charges of extortion. While he wasn't able to be thrown in Azkaban for his crimes, Rachel had been able to procure that he was heavily finned and stripped of his head of house title for the Malfoy estate. Her argument had been that if Lucius still had access to the Malfoy fortune that he would only continue in his scheming, blackmailing, and bribery.
That wasn't the only blow that Lucius Malfoy suffered, however. The gavel had hardly touched the podium when Narcissa filed for divorce against the elder Malfoy. As it turns out, Narcissa was unforgiving when it came to missing out on the first four years of her granddaughter's life because of her ex-husband threatening Hermione.
Theo Potter took two weeks to wake up from being poisoned, and another week before he was lucid enough to return home under the watchful eye of Harry. Between the poison and the Imperius Curse, Theo had no recollection of the day Aurora was kidnapped, and when he found out what had happened to his princess, he struggled with the extreme guilt that he'd allowed such a thing to happen to her.
It had been a long month, but they had made it through. And now, it was time to relax.
"Mum, can Louie and I make the s'mores now?" Aurora asked skipping into the house, her long skirt flowing billowing as she hopped up onto the stool at the kitchen island.
"Only if Ms. Fleur or Mr. Bill are able to watch you. Have you seen your daddy?" Hermione asked looking out her kitchen window towards the bond fire where all their friends and family were gathered together to celebrate her and Theo's birthdays, even if it was over a month late.
"He just challenged Uncle Harry to a duel." Aurora replied as she hopped back out of her seat and skipped out of the kitchen towards the porch.
"Oh, for the love of Morgana." Hermione muttered to herself as she finished gathering the fresh drinks that she'd come into the kitchen for. "Worse case scenario, they both end up in St. Mungo's and we have to spend another month there." Hermione said to no one as she levitated the tray of freshly mixed drinks in front of her.
Looking into the now bare pasture now that the autumn weather had fully taken over, Hermione could see the shimmer of the wards that Harry and Draco had put up to ensure that none of their stray spells ended up harming anyone. She looked away from them just as they bowed to each other, not wanting to give them the satisfaction of her watching them inflate their already oversized ego's.
"That's why I'm not watching them either. Honestly, this evening is supposed to be about me and instead my husband and best friend and putting the attention right on themselves. Very selfish if you ask me." Hermione couldn't just but laugh as Theo walked up to her and wrapped his arms around her waist, resting his chin on her shoulder.
"They really are insufferable, aren't they?" Hermione said smirking down at her friend.
"So, you admit it, we're friends now." Theo asked with a twinkle in his eye winking at her. "You're no long just putting up with me because I'm married to your best friend and you're not living – living with mine."
Laughing at the very accurate description of her and Draco's relationship, Hermione just shook her head at the man standing next to her. "Actually, I'll have you know, I'm going to ask him to officially move in later tonight. I know he's been waiting to put a label on anything until after his divorce was finalized, but I saw his solicitor's owl drop off a big envelope earlier today and look at how bloody thrilled he is." She said motioning towards where Draco and Harry were throwing spells at each other, both laughing and smiling like they were school boys. "There's no way it wasn't his divorce, so one door closed, another one opening sort of thing." Hermione told the Legilimens as she flicked her wand sending each drink to the right person.
Over by the fire, she could see Aurora wrapped in Victoire Weasley's arms as they both pointed up towards the sky at the constellations. Ginny and Blaise were wrapped up in a blanket whispering to each other, as their wedding neared the two only became even more handsy. Pansy was settled on Charlie Weasley's lap whispering into his ear, making his face grow redder by the second. Rachel was laid out across Seamus and Dean's laps while they each fed her marshmallows. Bill and Fleur were helping Louie and Dominique roast their own marshmallows to make up s'mores, then handing them out.
The oddest sight was Narcissa and her parents gathered together a little further back sitting on law chairs with blankets covering each of their laps. After the events of the previous month, Narcissa had become a regular visitor at the Granger farm. She wasn't only building her relationship with Aurora, but she had also made a close-knit friendship with Helen and Roger.
Everything, it seemed, was finally falling into place.
It was sometime later when Hermione felt arms wrap around her waist and the smell of singed hair filled her nose making her turn around and look at the blonde who had stolen her heart. "You lost an eyebrow; you do know that don't you?" She commented crinkling her nose at him laughing at his disheveled look.
Reaching his hand up, Draco rubbed against his brow and let out a grown tipping his head back. "Fucking Potter, I told him not to mess up my face." Hermione only shook her head at the vain man and waved her wand over his face so that the brow hair grew back instantly.
"So, I take it he won?" She asked, wrapping her arms around his neck as she swayed her hips where his hands laid.
"Er, was a draw." Draco said just as Theo's booming laugh rolled over them and Hermione could see where the top of Harry's head was now bald. "We both might have gone for the other's face." He finished making Hermione shake her head even more as she pointed her wand at her friend and re-grew his hair.
"Impossible, that's what you both are." She chided him, not actually being stern with Draco at all.
"Do you think I could steal you away without anyone noticing?" Draco asked whispering into her ear.
"I don't see why not. Aurora is having a sleepover with my parents tonight, so they're in charge of her." Hermione said letting her fingers wander up Draco's chest towards the top button of his shirt, which she fiddled with until it popped open.
With eyes playfully narrowing at her, a smirk crossed his face as he dipped down and lifted Hermione by the waist the slung her over his shoulder, letting his hand smack against her denim covered backside. "Naughty witch, that's what you are." He growled low enough so that only she could hear him as she laughed paddling his own arse with her hand as he carried her away from the party and back towards her house.
"Are you going to punish me?" Hermione said still laughing at his antics.
Stumbling a bit over his feet, and making her shake, "do you want to be punished?" Draco asked after he'd righted his footing.
"Get me upstairs and we'll see where things lead us." Hermione said nipping at Draco's bum as he moved through her kitchen and making a beeline for her bedroom.
Tossing her over his shoulder and onto her bed, Hermione's breath caught as she looked up into his face, his pupils were so blown with lust, that it made his eyes looked black. Tending to the buttons on his shirt, Hermione sat up to watch as he slowly undressed, inch by inch reveling his beautifully chiseled chest.
"I have something I've been wanting to tell you, all day, Granger." He purred, knowing that calling her Granger with that baritone was an instant recipe to making her knickers damp.
"Have you?" Hermione breathed eyes glazing over watching as he pulled his shirt over his shoulders and letting it slide down his arms.
"Oh yes, I heard from my solicitor today." The shirt dropped into a puddle on the floor behind him as Hermione's gaze wandered over his sculped shoulders. His hands drifted towards his belt buckle as he opened it and then began to slowly circle the tip of his finger over the button of his trousers. "And he had some news for me. Do you know what he could possibly need to tell me, Granger?"
Hermione shook her head as he pinched the button, releasing it so that only his zipper remained holding up those perfectly tailored jeans to his carved thighs. Breathing out again, Hermione's eyes were glued to where Draco's hands were paused and unmoving. "I need to hear your voice, Granger." His voice rumbled over her, making her tremble along with it.
"No, Draco, I don't know what your solicitor would have wanted." Hermione stuttered out licking her lips in anticipation.
"Good girl, using your words. Do you want to know what my solicitor had to say?" Draco asked as he painstakingly slowly began to unzip his trousers, revealing that he'd decided to forgo anything underneath as soft dark blonde curls came into view.
"Yes." Hermione hissed as she reached up and began plucking her nipple through her shirt, desperate for any stimulation herself.
"My divorce is finalized." His husky voice whispered as he finished and dropped the rest of the denim to the ground and kicked them off along with his shoes and socks.
Hermione couldn't speak and her mouth felt incredibly dry as she watched Draco's naked form crawl up the bed towards her, nipping at the inside of her calf, even though it was still covered by her own jeans. Hermione couldn't stop the moan that came out of her as she threw her head back, her hands still covering her breasts.
"Do you know what that means, Granger?" Draco said as his mouth latched onto the waist of her jeans and used his fucking tongue to undo her button, causing a strangled mix of 'no' and a groan to come from her. "That means, I'm all yours." His teeth latched onto the zipper as he pulled it down.
His hands grabbed the material and in one swoop, he yanked the jeans and her knickers right off her body along with her shoes and socks, throwing unceremoniously them behind him. Hermione reached for the hem of her sweater that she was wearing, feeling much too warm in that moment and yanked the damn thing over her head and threw it to the side. The only thing she was left in was the lavender scrap of lace that hardly passed as a bra.
"Is that alright with you, Granger? Can I be yours?" Draco whispered against her slit before he licked from one hole to the other. His fingers dipped into her dripping center collecting the moisture before traveling up to her clit and circling it with his damp fingers.
"YES!" Hermione shrieked as his tongue plunged into her, lapping up all the juices that had already started to pour out of her just from watching Draco strip.
Lifting her hips, Draco's tongue began to circle her tight puckered hole, while two of his fingers slipped inside her and his thumb began to circle her clit. Hermione couldn't stop the shake of her thighs as they were now thrown over his shoulders or her hands when they dropped into his hair pulling on the soft strands.
Rocking her hips in the rhythm of Draco's thrusting fingers, Hermione could feel herself climbing higher and higher. Heavy breathing Hermione glanced down between her legs and watched in awe as Draco's fingers continued to pump in and out of her, come out glistening with her slick pooling in the palm of his hand.
"Fuck! Draco, I'm close. Gods, I'm so fucking close!" Hermione panted not able to look away from him as he worked her to her edge.
His eyes snapped up, narrowing at her, as if giving her a silent command, because he wasn't willing to relieve his mouth of its current task as he sucked hard on her hole. With his other hand, his fingers came up and twisted her clit right as his fingers inside her rubbed against her soft g-spot.
She couldn't stop her eyes rolling into the back of her head as her vision went white and she screamed out her release. Stars, literal stars came into her view as her climax hit her with the force of a train. Her chest heaving, Hermione raised her hand and wiped the drool that had begun to dribble down the corner of her mouth during her orgasm.
Draco sat back on his heels looking up into her face, using a handkerchief to clean off his mouth as if he'd just had a feast of her arsehole. Hermione's eyes traveled down where she could see Draco's foreskin pulled back reviling the dark purple head of his prick, pulsing and waiting for its own attention, and she couldn't help but lick her lips at the sight.
Eyes meeting once more, Hermione couldn't help but think there was no place else she would rather be. No one else she'd rather be with. Draco Malfoy was everything she wanted. He was everything she wanted in a partner, father of her children, and to spend her life with.
"Move in with me. Officially, make this your home." Hermione whispered.
Draco's eyes went wide with surprise for just a moment before he pounced, pinning Hermione to the bed. His eyes searching hers, as if he couldn't believe the words that had just come out of her mouth. She could feel his tip nudging at her entrance as she laid beneath him, looking up into his eyes, running her hands over his face and cupping his jaw.
"I love you, Draco Malfoy. I want you to live with me and our daughter. I want to spend every day with you, because there's no one else I'd rather go through this life with." Hermione whispered, flickering her gaze between his two eyes.
"Okay." He said as he plunged into her causing her to cry out. "Because I love you too."
A/N: ONE MORE UPDATE! Who's excited? I am, that's who.
Did it really take the whole ass story for Draco and Hermione to say 'I love you' YES IT FUCKING DID! Did I have to keep taking a break to cool my jets while writing Draco stripping. YES I FUCKING DID. I went and turned my own damn self on.
Seriously though. My husband got jumped because, I just couldn't handle it.
Alright. Your Epic Epilogue is coming Thursday… Are you ready for it?
