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SOooOOoo............erm...........on with the fiction.

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Chapter 14: Getting Things Rolling AKA The Ending

Hermione and Draco had grown.......closer. They had said the exact words, "Billy, I love you". (AN: Heeehheee! Anyone seen Two Weeks Notice?? "Beelee, I love Yyyou.")

The school year past with Hermione using many unique methods with her..........piercing. And Draco telling sob stories about his lonely childhood.

It was finally July 1st, and Hermione was staying at the Malfoy Manor. Mrs. Malfoy was really nice and gave Hermione her favorite room, called Lilac Meadow. It was lavender with the lilacs covering the walls and fluffy comforters and white, see-through curtains that draped over an impressive Princess Canopy Bed.

July 1st. Oh, what a hectic day!

"MUM!!!!! You can't where ^that^ to the preception!! You're embarrassing me and there isn't even anyone here to make me embarrassed of you!!!!!" Draco screeched. "Wait........did that make sense?" He asked himself quietly.

"Oh, fine, shnookums. I'll go and change into something a bit more.......well, a lot more dark and evil looking." Mrs. Malfoy 'hmmph'ed and stomped back to her room like a four-year-old.

"Hermione! Dearie, could you help me pick out something evil to wear??" Mrs. Malfoy said, whilst unbuttoning her bright coral-coloured mini-dress and then taking off her yellow-beaded necklace. She tossed off her yellow and white checked hat and kicked off her white shoes.

"Erm.......sure." Hermione said, opening the wardrobe and shuffling through cheery and happy-go-lucky looking clothing. "Erm, can you uh, tell me what colour?"

"Black is evil, right?" For a Malfoy, she was acting clueless. Hermione pulled out a navy blue dress, knee-length with matching white pearl necklace.

"Thank you, honey." Narcissa squiggled the dress on.

Hermione was wearing a trade-mark leather skirt with studs and a dark forest green, long-sleeved shirt. She had her little necklace in place and was conforming her hair into a French twist.

"Well, the Coronation PREception will start soon." Mrs. Malfoy made small- talk. It was a well-known fact that the Death Eater Association had the Receptions beforehand, seeing as Coronation happened at midnight.

"Oh, yes, it'll be nice seeing Blaise and Pansy again. I have to find out what they are doing for a living!" Hermione continued putting on her diamond earrings.

"Oh, yes. I heard that nasty little Longbottom boy was caught yesterday. I knew sometime he had to crack and forget something ^really^ important," Mrs. Malfoy shrugged and buttoned up her boots.

"Yes, he always ^was^ missing something or other." Hermione slipped on low- rise strappy shoes.

"LLLLLLUUUUUCCCCIIIIIIUUUUUSSS!!!" Narcissa screeched.

"Yes, 'Kissy, I always am on time. Or, at least fashionably late." Mr. Malfoy came strolling into Mrs. Malfoy's room in a black collored shirt and a pair of dark jeans, Draco in tow.

"Why, my love, you look dashing!" Narcissa kissed his cheek.

"And so do you, Drakie-Baby." Hermione hugged his neck and smiled. This made both parents blush and stand close together, surveying the scene. Draco was wearing a matching emerald green sweater, although the sweater looked knit and showed off his manly muscles and had on black jeans.

She leaned up and over and kissed him gently. AHEM They quickly were on separate sides of the room.

"Well, it seems we are going to be late.......fashionably, of course." Mr. Malfoy's voice showed no humor, but his eyes told a different story. The gray had danced merrily and was full of amusement and hidden "inside" jokes. It seems in Draco's oh-so lonely childhood, Lucius was very stern in fear of what a "soft child would do to my reputation. There's no telling what my Lord would have done".

Now the Malfoys seemed like a comical sitcom you'd eat popcorn while watching. Or, at times, a teary-eyed soap opera, where one would cry when the characters wailed and cheer when the characters would be happy.

They all linked arms with their respective dates and set off for the Coronation Preception: Year of 1980. (AN: Harry is supposed to be born then. ::sniffles at how this makes all dreams a little "unreal"::)

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After the Preception, which was mainly rubbing elbows........with evil people, Hermione went to change into her robes for dinner.

"So, dearie, what you find out about your friends?" Mr. Malfoy asked Hermione as they sat down. She blushed, not used to the 'dearie' thing yet.

"Blaise and Pansy will be working at the ministry. Something under Magical Cooperations. They said that all they do is make sure every wizard is keeping to themselves and not using magic to levitate things that don't belong to them ^to them^." Hermione explained as she buttered a roll.

"Interesting, I once looked at that division. Very organized, for a branch that does abolutely zilch." Mr. Malfoy commented as his spaghetti salted itself.

"Draco and I won't really be working.......with normal wizards, will we? I mean, will we be working at all?" Hermione asked nervously.

"Honey, it's like we do all the thinking and planning. It's like a constant vacation at a job where you only show up for meetings and.......to make certain.......basically to kill people and judge who dies." Draco interrupted, albeit very uncomfortable to be interrupting someone.

"I see." Hermione said, twirling her spaghetti and shoving it into her mouth.

"Herms, I must know what moisturizer you use! I get these dry patches right by my nose, do you make a homemade concoction?" Mrs. Malfoy asked.

"Really? Dry patches are hard to get rid of. I make a solution every full moon, and I use a simple beauty spell if it doesn't work." Hermione explained, munching politely on a piece of salted broccoli. (AN: That is right, right? People eat cooked broccoli with salt, right???)

"Beauty spells can get rather strenuous, though........" Mrs. Malfoy and Hermione got into a heated discussion about dry patches and beauty charms, (at least as "heated" as one could get about the subject).

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MIDNIGHT

"Draco!! I'm nervous, and all you can say is, 'Hey, do you think they'll have pizza afterwards'!!!" Hermione hit him over the shoulder.

"What!? It gets a bit hungry at midnight, hence the phrase 'Midnight Snack'." Draco replied, grinning.

"Oh, well..fine, whatever." Hermione turned around, silently wishing him hexed.

"Awww! Don't get cold feet on our wedding night ^and^ coronation!!" Draco said.

"Good bye, Draco. I need to get dressed privately. You're not supposed to see the bride in her dress, you know." She left for the dressing room. They were in a dark castle and a lot of 1980-born evil people were there.

Hermione got into a fluffy wedding dress. No one would know it was for an evil person, unless one wasn't colour blind. She was in a blood red gown with tiny, dried roses around the low neckline.

"Welcome all my babiesssss. It issss sssooo nicce to finally confirm you in my inner cccircle." Hermione heard the loud voice echoing. Her cue was coming soon. She put on blue diamond earrings and the borrowed bracelet from Narcissa. She finally slipped on the old locket. It had a picture of her long lost friend, Milly.

"Something old, something new, something borrowed, something blue." Hermione sighed. "Old locket, new dress, borrowed bracelet, blue earrings. Got it!"

".....and I have my heirsss waiting to be wed and initiated at oncce. Now if everyone would pleasssse bring to a ressspective ssssilenccce while the groom comes in." There was a hush. "Now, everyone, the blusshhing bride in red!"

Hermione opened a pair of wooden doors. The room was ^packed^. She slowly exhaled and walked up the aisle. The ceremony was very quick, ending with "Now pleassse cut your chessst as a sign of equality." And they each took a dagger and cut the spot right by their collar bones.

Hermione kissed Draco politely, but, knowing Draco, it wasn't good enough. As she pulled away, he went right back to holding her close. She heard a few catcalls in the background.

The Death Eater Coronation was very long. (AN: I cannot tell you what happens, it's a secret! I tried to get Voldemort to tell me, but he refused!! ALL I KNOW is that Draco and Hermione had to you-know during it in a private room. YUCCK!!!!!)

At dawn everyone was let out. Hermione and Draco were beat to the point of marshmallow-walking. The car pulled up and they were driven home to a very eager family.

"Well, son, I hope you did me proud." Mr. Malfoy said loudly. Then he whispered, "How long?"

"In THE room? We were barely in there!!" Draco said in disgust, $Why does my dad wanna know about that??$

"Oh, Hermione I hope you enjoy working as The Dark Mistress. It is the best title, don't you think??" Mrs. Malfoy babbled on for two more minutes.

"Mr. and Mrs. Malfoy?" Hermione pleaded.

"Which ones?" The elder couple said at the same time.

"That's right. Mrs. Hermione Malfoy. Wow." Hermione said, smiling.

"Daddy!!! I'm tired, 'Mione is too. We go night-night." Draco said pulling Hermione into the house.

"Where we goningerrell?" Hermione slurred sleepily, resting her head on Draco chest.

"Our new room." Draco replied simply.

"Huh? Oh, yeah, we mawwied now." Hermione mumbled as she grinned sheepishly.

"Don't go attacking me in the middle of the night now." She said as she pulled down the silver sheets of a bed with black curtains.

"What makes you think I'd do that?" Draco said wolfish smirk appearing on his face.

She snorted and rolled over sleeping, then muttered, "I'll let you get away with that yawn but only 'cause I love you."

"Ditto." Draco said mockingly. They fell asleep and it was only 5:42. Oh what fun the Dark World was going to have with them, the New Malfoys.

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That was the ending. I'll write a short epilogue. I'm done. I got a lotta homework. !Adios, mi amigos!