A/N: I'm back! After almost a month I'm back with another chapter. I
wrote it at work. It's four pages front and back! My fucking hand hurt so
much after that. I always wrote a very short Chapter 19 which I will post
in the next few days.
Chapter 18 - Talks
Hermione had been patiently waiting for Draco to return. She'd been floating around like a social butterfly, never far from Blaze though.
After Hermione had seen everyone she felt it necessary to see, she and Blaze sat down to have a bit of gossip.
"You two did what?!" Blaze shrieked with girlish delight, "Couldn't wait one more day for the honeymoon Mya?"
"That just the thing, I didn't know we were getting married today until this morning Blaze," Hermione confessed.
Blaze stared at her, blinking. She used to be the smartest witch in Slytherin until Hermione was resorted. So how the smartest witch of their year didn't know that she was to married the morning of her wedding, eluded the third brightest Slytherin.
Hermione saw the confusion in Blaze's expression (a/n: and sexuality) and took it upon herself to explain everything. From Christmas Eve to their house and the unicorns to how their wedding came to be that night. When she finished, Blaze looked as though she were looking at a litter of puppies.
"Aw, you're so lucky Hermione, he really loves you. And I never imagines saying that about him."
***
Meanwhile in Tom's study, stood Lucius with a proud smile fixed on his face. Not only had his son married the only heir of the great Dark Lord, but now he was getting his mark as well. All in the same day! Lucius had never been more proud.
Draco on the other hand was pile of nerves. He'd just gotten over that whole wedding day jitters thing, not to mention that fact that he was STILL basking in the afterglow, and ultimately waiting for his wedding night, but now he was about to receive his mark! He'd pledged his loyalty to his wife, now he was to pledge his loyalty to his father in law. Since he could remember, Lucius had coached him for this very moment. He looked over towards his father who was beaming and then back to the Dark Lord. He looked at Voldemort, eye to eye and saw him smile, well more like a smirk.
"Draco Lucius Malfoy," Voldemort said, "This morning you gave yourself to my daughter. Tonight you give yourself to me," he raised his wand and muttered, "Morsmorde." Draco felt no pain as the green and black smoke covered his left forearm. But when the smoke cleared, there it was, clear as day. Draco was now a Death Eater.
***
"Mum," Hermione said, "I didn't know Professor Snape had a sister."
Both Rhiannon and Narcissa turned to look at her with such looks of utter confusion, it was beyond Hermione's comprehension.
"He doesn't luv," Rhiannon said slowly.
"But then who was it that was..." she stopped and it hit her. Harry had come to her wedding. That's why the girl didn't talk, that's why she kept her hair funny, over the scar.
Hermione was sure is she was happy or angry. On one hand, she was glad that he came but for a multitude of reasons. One being that he could see how happy she was being Mrs. Draco Malfoy and being Voldemort's daughter. Just to rub it in his face. But she could have been happy for another reason as well, happy that he saw her being happy because deep down inside no matter how much he wouldn't have wanted to admit it. Harry would have been glad that she was happy. Even if she wasn't his 'Mione anymore. Of course on the complete other end of the spectrum, Harry Potter, the boy who lived to be annoying had gotten into HER wedding. Potter, the one who had tried to kill her father on any number of occasions was there probably just to laugh in their faces.
"Who was who Mya?" Narcissa asked.
Being pulled from her thoughts, Hermione replied, "Hmm? Oh, no one."
"Mrs. Malfoy," some one drawled from behind her, "I believe you ow me a dance."
"Says who Draco?"
"Says me," he said with a cocky smile. He took her hand but before he could take her any further, Tom stepped in.
"Just a minute Draco," Tom said, "I need to have a word with our young Mistress Malfoy. Then you can have her back."
Draco bowed his head, "Yes sir."
It was Tom who took Hermione's hand now and lead her out to the dance floor.
"Your husband just received his Dark Mark, Mya. As he is bound to you, he is to me," Tom told her, "The war is coming precious, and I fear that I will not survive it," she opened her mouth to protest, but Tom cut her off, "Draco is a good man for you. Strong and ambitious. He comes from good family. He'll take car of you Mya."
"I know Daddy."
"But this is not what I wanted to talk to you about. You are my second in command, not Draco, not Lucius. That means, given you're not in any certain condition," she blushed, "you will be an active fighting member of my forces. You must be able to perform certain curses. Especially the Killing Curse," he paused, "Just keep it in mind Mya."
"Excuse me sir," Draco said walking up, "But may I cut in now?"
***
The wedding reception went on until morning, not exactly the way Draco envisioned the evening going but his Mya was smiling so he was happy. His Mya, he marveled.
Everyone disapperated or disappeared sometime after dawn. Draco picked the obviously tired Hermione in his arms and with a POP they were gone.
He kicked open the doors and was greeted by a line of servants.
"Master Draco, so good to see you. Is this the Mistress?" the servant asked motioning to the now very asleep Hermione.
"Yes Robert it is. Is our room prepared?"
"Yes Master Draco, I finished it meself hours ago. We expected you late last night," a girl said in a thick Irish accent.
"Very good Mary." And with that Draco carried his bride up the stairs and into bed.
***
When they woke up around mid-day, Hermione met the staff and was shown the house.
To her delight there were no house elves, something Draco took credit for, but didn't exactly agree with. The butler was a tall skinny man named Robert with a very proper English accent. The two maids, Mary and Jennifer both came from the same small town in Ireland. The cook's name was Lisa, who spoke with a strong Cockney accent, but the bint could cook up anything at the drop of a hat. The chauffeur was Nicholas, who'd already been given a talking to about staying away from Draco's 1957 Jaguar Roadster. There was also a groundskeeper that reminded Hermione an awful lot like Filch, which kind of weirded her out.
Her house was grand, of course. The master bedroom was almost double the size of her room at Riddle Manor. This room was done in a very Versailles palace type manner and gave it the look of something right out of a fairy tale. It was of course done in Slytherin colors. In addition to the master bedroom there was also seven other bedrooms in the house, two done in red and gold, two in blue and bronze, two in yellow and black (it looked an awful lot like a bumblebee to Hermione, but she wasn't going to say anything), and one other one done in the Slytherin colors. Five bathrooms, one had it's own in-ground pool. A study for both Draco and Hermione, a grand ballroom, a nice modern kitchen, a dining room in addition to a dining room, and the most loved room for Hermione, the library. A library to rival any she'd ever seen before, including Hogwarts.
Draco was upstairs napping after giving her the tour while she sat in the library. She was reading a book on curses when she hot to the Killing Curse.
"... the only known survivor of this curse was Mr. Harry Potter..." she didn't get any further however because she noticed a spider on the floor. Her mind immediately went to Mad-Eye, Barty Crouch Jr., she corrected herself, in her 4th year practicing the Unforgivables on a spider.
She took out her wand ever so quietly and pointed it at the spider.
"Avada Kedavra."
Chapter 18 - Talks
Hermione had been patiently waiting for Draco to return. She'd been floating around like a social butterfly, never far from Blaze though.
After Hermione had seen everyone she felt it necessary to see, she and Blaze sat down to have a bit of gossip.
"You two did what?!" Blaze shrieked with girlish delight, "Couldn't wait one more day for the honeymoon Mya?"
"That just the thing, I didn't know we were getting married today until this morning Blaze," Hermione confessed.
Blaze stared at her, blinking. She used to be the smartest witch in Slytherin until Hermione was resorted. So how the smartest witch of their year didn't know that she was to married the morning of her wedding, eluded the third brightest Slytherin.
Hermione saw the confusion in Blaze's expression (a/n: and sexuality) and took it upon herself to explain everything. From Christmas Eve to their house and the unicorns to how their wedding came to be that night. When she finished, Blaze looked as though she were looking at a litter of puppies.
"Aw, you're so lucky Hermione, he really loves you. And I never imagines saying that about him."
***
Meanwhile in Tom's study, stood Lucius with a proud smile fixed on his face. Not only had his son married the only heir of the great Dark Lord, but now he was getting his mark as well. All in the same day! Lucius had never been more proud.
Draco on the other hand was pile of nerves. He'd just gotten over that whole wedding day jitters thing, not to mention that fact that he was STILL basking in the afterglow, and ultimately waiting for his wedding night, but now he was about to receive his mark! He'd pledged his loyalty to his wife, now he was to pledge his loyalty to his father in law. Since he could remember, Lucius had coached him for this very moment. He looked over towards his father who was beaming and then back to the Dark Lord. He looked at Voldemort, eye to eye and saw him smile, well more like a smirk.
"Draco Lucius Malfoy," Voldemort said, "This morning you gave yourself to my daughter. Tonight you give yourself to me," he raised his wand and muttered, "Morsmorde." Draco felt no pain as the green and black smoke covered his left forearm. But when the smoke cleared, there it was, clear as day. Draco was now a Death Eater.
***
"Mum," Hermione said, "I didn't know Professor Snape had a sister."
Both Rhiannon and Narcissa turned to look at her with such looks of utter confusion, it was beyond Hermione's comprehension.
"He doesn't luv," Rhiannon said slowly.
"But then who was it that was..." she stopped and it hit her. Harry had come to her wedding. That's why the girl didn't talk, that's why she kept her hair funny, over the scar.
Hermione was sure is she was happy or angry. On one hand, she was glad that he came but for a multitude of reasons. One being that he could see how happy she was being Mrs. Draco Malfoy and being Voldemort's daughter. Just to rub it in his face. But she could have been happy for another reason as well, happy that he saw her being happy because deep down inside no matter how much he wouldn't have wanted to admit it. Harry would have been glad that she was happy. Even if she wasn't his 'Mione anymore. Of course on the complete other end of the spectrum, Harry Potter, the boy who lived to be annoying had gotten into HER wedding. Potter, the one who had tried to kill her father on any number of occasions was there probably just to laugh in their faces.
"Who was who Mya?" Narcissa asked.
Being pulled from her thoughts, Hermione replied, "Hmm? Oh, no one."
"Mrs. Malfoy," some one drawled from behind her, "I believe you ow me a dance."
"Says who Draco?"
"Says me," he said with a cocky smile. He took her hand but before he could take her any further, Tom stepped in.
"Just a minute Draco," Tom said, "I need to have a word with our young Mistress Malfoy. Then you can have her back."
Draco bowed his head, "Yes sir."
It was Tom who took Hermione's hand now and lead her out to the dance floor.
"Your husband just received his Dark Mark, Mya. As he is bound to you, he is to me," Tom told her, "The war is coming precious, and I fear that I will not survive it," she opened her mouth to protest, but Tom cut her off, "Draco is a good man for you. Strong and ambitious. He comes from good family. He'll take car of you Mya."
"I know Daddy."
"But this is not what I wanted to talk to you about. You are my second in command, not Draco, not Lucius. That means, given you're not in any certain condition," she blushed, "you will be an active fighting member of my forces. You must be able to perform certain curses. Especially the Killing Curse," he paused, "Just keep it in mind Mya."
"Excuse me sir," Draco said walking up, "But may I cut in now?"
***
The wedding reception went on until morning, not exactly the way Draco envisioned the evening going but his Mya was smiling so he was happy. His Mya, he marveled.
Everyone disapperated or disappeared sometime after dawn. Draco picked the obviously tired Hermione in his arms and with a POP they were gone.
He kicked open the doors and was greeted by a line of servants.
"Master Draco, so good to see you. Is this the Mistress?" the servant asked motioning to the now very asleep Hermione.
"Yes Robert it is. Is our room prepared?"
"Yes Master Draco, I finished it meself hours ago. We expected you late last night," a girl said in a thick Irish accent.
"Very good Mary." And with that Draco carried his bride up the stairs and into bed.
***
When they woke up around mid-day, Hermione met the staff and was shown the house.
To her delight there were no house elves, something Draco took credit for, but didn't exactly agree with. The butler was a tall skinny man named Robert with a very proper English accent. The two maids, Mary and Jennifer both came from the same small town in Ireland. The cook's name was Lisa, who spoke with a strong Cockney accent, but the bint could cook up anything at the drop of a hat. The chauffeur was Nicholas, who'd already been given a talking to about staying away from Draco's 1957 Jaguar Roadster. There was also a groundskeeper that reminded Hermione an awful lot like Filch, which kind of weirded her out.
Her house was grand, of course. The master bedroom was almost double the size of her room at Riddle Manor. This room was done in a very Versailles palace type manner and gave it the look of something right out of a fairy tale. It was of course done in Slytherin colors. In addition to the master bedroom there was also seven other bedrooms in the house, two done in red and gold, two in blue and bronze, two in yellow and black (it looked an awful lot like a bumblebee to Hermione, but she wasn't going to say anything), and one other one done in the Slytherin colors. Five bathrooms, one had it's own in-ground pool. A study for both Draco and Hermione, a grand ballroom, a nice modern kitchen, a dining room in addition to a dining room, and the most loved room for Hermione, the library. A library to rival any she'd ever seen before, including Hogwarts.
Draco was upstairs napping after giving her the tour while she sat in the library. She was reading a book on curses when she hot to the Killing Curse.
"... the only known survivor of this curse was Mr. Harry Potter..." she didn't get any further however because she noticed a spider on the floor. Her mind immediately went to Mad-Eye, Barty Crouch Jr., she corrected herself, in her 4th year practicing the Unforgivables on a spider.
She took out her wand ever so quietly and pointed it at the spider.
"Avada Kedavra."