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Claimer: I own Jack Harry Arthur Potter, Robert Clegg, Victoria Fitzsimmons, Amy, Maxmillian Xavier Black, and the entire 'de Varci' family.
This story is being used for entertainment purposes only, no money is being made and no violation of copyright intended.
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"You what?" Hermione asked, astonished. She was positive she hadn't heard him correctly.
"I... I love you." He repeated.
"Oh my god." She whispered. Finally it was happening, her dreams were coming true.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have..." Draco began to turn away, but she grabbed him and pulled him in for a passionate kiss.
"I love you too." She replied.
The wedding was a month later. Katharine had been sent to Russia. Hermione had been sad to see her go; the little girl had been sweet after all. Max had been distraught and cried for two solid days after Kathie's departure.
Hermione had spent all her time with Sam. Her own sweet little baby that she loved dearly. Sam sure did cry a lot, and Hermione got very little sleep, but with lots of spells and Draco stepping in she managed. Max like Sam, not quite as much as he had adored Kathie, but close. Hermione had bought so many baby clothes that she had to change Sam several times a day so that she could wear them all.
Hermione couldn't wait to marry Draco. Then she would adopt Max, and he would adopt Sam, and they would all be a family together. Sam would be told that Draco wasn't her biological parent, and Max wouldn't be allowed to forget that Cendrillon ever existed, but they would raise the two children as their parents nonetheless.
Draco had said he wanted a small wedding, and Hermione had agreed. The last thing she wanted was thousands of people in stiff, ill-fitted clothes yelling false congratulations in her ear. She knew that many of her old friends wouldn't agree to her marrying Draco, which was understandable- they hadn't seen the change in him that Hermione had.
Ginny and Lavender had been thrilled, and Ginny had dragged Hermione around Muggle London for three days until they found a wedding dress that Hermione loved and could afford. She didn't want Draco to pay for everything.
Finally, the day of the wedding came. Draco had planned it, so Hermione truthfully had no idea what was going to happen. Ginny and Lavender knew, he had supposedly enlisted their help in something, but they weren't telling.
She got dressed at Lav and Steve's place. Ginny had taken on Jack, Clair, Max and Sam all by herself for one day, and called every hour to see what was going on and to let Hermione know that the kids were okay. Lav did her makeup and hair, and decided what jewelry and accessories she should have before taking out a camera and snapping endless pictures.
"You're getting married... hard to believe... even Ginny and Seamus aren't married yet; no one saw this one coming so fast." Lav said as she straightened the hem of Hermione's dress.
"Well, no one saw Dean being gay coming either." Hermione sighed.
"I always thought it was a bit funny that he turned down Parvati in sixth year. But at least he was honest, Herms."
"I know. And it all worked out fine." Hermione replied, checking her reflection in the mirror for the thousandth time.
"And you look stunning." Lav declared, doing the finishing touches on Hermione's eye makeup. The doorbell rang and Lav went to get it.
"Herms! Your car's here!" She yelled. Hermione glided to the door to see a man dressed as a chauffer holding a big bouquet of flowers.
"Mister Malfoy requested I give you these." The man said smoothly. Hermione took the flowers graciously and felt the familiar jerk behind her navel as the portkey took her away.
She found herself on a grassy hilltop overlooking woods full of flowers and trees. The weather was warm, but the sky was overcast. Hermione didn't recognize the landscape- it didn't look like anywhere in England, or anywhere else she'd been to or seen pictures of.
The wind was warm. Suddenly there was a light touch on her shoulder and she spun around.
Draco was standing there in his tux, looking handsomer than ever.
"You look beautiful." He said, eyes lighting up, choking on the words.
Hermione smiled, eyes sparkling.
"You look as handsome as ever." She replied softly.
"Shall we?" Draco offered her his arm.
They began walking in loved-up silence, down a path overgrown with flowers. To Hermione, everything was perfect.
"Where are we?" She finally asked, dying to know the name of this enchanting place.
"It isn't somewhere you'd find on a map. Not many people know this place." He replied mysteriously.
"That doesn't answer my question." Hermione laughed.
"I know." He smiled.
After about five minutes of walking, Hermione began to notice odd markings on the trees and flowers with unusual scents. The air seemed like it had more magic in it- there was more movement and a silver undertone to the wind.
Soon they reached what was apparently their destination. A slab of marble, just large enough for two people to stand on. Four trees around the marble acted like rose trellises, with flowers growing all up around it. Birds' nests were positioned in the roof-like plant growth above it.
Draco stepped onto the marble and held out a hand to Hermione.
"Stand here." He said, pointing to the place next to him on the marble. Hermione did so. A warm glow spread from her feet upwards, through her whole body to the ends of her fingers. Then it clicked.
Hermione had read about this kind of thing in old manuscripts she'd found in the library when she was in fifth year. The slab of marble that they were standing on was called an ArmiÅ
Claimer: I own Jack Harry Arthur Potter, Robert Clegg, Victoria Fitzsimmons, Amy, Maxmillian Xavier Black, and the entire 'de Varci' family.
This story is being used for entertainment purposes only, no money is being made and no violation of copyright intended.
Read, enjoy, and review!!!
"You what?" Hermione asked, astonished. She was positive she hadn't heard him correctly.
"I... I love you." He repeated.
"Oh my god." She whispered. Finally it was happening, her dreams were coming true.
"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have..." Draco began to turn away, but she grabbed him and pulled him in for a passionate kiss.
"I love you too." She replied.
The wedding was a month later. Katharine had been sent to Russia. Hermione had been sad to see her go; the little girl had been sweet after all. Max had been distraught and cried for two solid days after Kathie's departure.
Hermione had spent all her time with Sam. Her own sweet little baby that she loved dearly. Sam sure did cry a lot, and Hermione got very little sleep, but with lots of spells and Draco stepping in she managed. Max like Sam, not quite as much as he had adored Kathie, but close. Hermione had bought so many baby clothes that she had to change Sam several times a day so that she could wear them all.
Hermione couldn't wait to marry Draco. Then she would adopt Max, and he would adopt Sam, and they would all be a family together. Sam would be told that Draco wasn't her biological parent, and Max wouldn't be allowed to forget that Cendrillon ever existed, but they would raise the two children as their parents nonetheless.
Draco had said he wanted a small wedding, and Hermione had agreed. The last thing she wanted was thousands of people in stiff, ill-fitted clothes yelling false congratulations in her ear. She knew that many of her old friends wouldn't agree to her marrying Draco, which was understandable- they hadn't seen the change in him that Hermione had.
Ginny and Lavender had been thrilled, and Ginny had dragged Hermione around Muggle London for three days until they found a wedding dress that Hermione loved and could afford. She didn't want Draco to pay for everything.
Finally, the day of the wedding came. Draco had planned it, so Hermione truthfully had no idea what was going to happen. Ginny and Lavender knew, he had supposedly enlisted their help in something, but they weren't telling.
She got dressed at Lav and Steve's place. Ginny had taken on Jack, Clair, Max and Sam all by herself for one day, and called every hour to see what was going on and to let Hermione know that the kids were okay. Lav did her makeup and hair, and decided what jewelry and accessories she should have before taking out a camera and snapping endless pictures.
"You're getting married... hard to believe... even Ginny and Seamus aren't married yet; no one saw this one coming so fast." Lav said as she straightened the hem of Hermione's dress.
"Well, no one saw Dean being gay coming either." Hermione sighed.
"I always thought it was a bit funny that he turned down Parvati in sixth year. But at least he was honest, Herms."
"I know. And it all worked out fine." Hermione replied, checking her reflection in the mirror for the thousandth time.
"And you look stunning." Lav declared, doing the finishing touches on Hermione's eye makeup. The doorbell rang and Lav went to get it.
"Herms! Your car's here!" She yelled. Hermione glided to the door to see a man dressed as a chauffer holding a big bouquet of flowers.
"Mister Malfoy requested I give you these." The man said smoothly. Hermione took the flowers graciously and felt the familiar jerk behind her navel as the portkey took her away.
She found herself on a grassy hilltop overlooking woods full of flowers and trees. The weather was warm, but the sky was overcast. Hermione didn't recognize the landscape- it didn't look like anywhere in England, or anywhere else she'd been to or seen pictures of.
The wind was warm. Suddenly there was a light touch on her shoulder and she spun around.
Draco was standing there in his tux, looking handsomer than ever.
"You look beautiful." He said, eyes lighting up, choking on the words.
Hermione smiled, eyes sparkling.
"You look as handsome as ever." She replied softly.
"Shall we?" Draco offered her his arm.
They began walking in loved-up silence, down a path overgrown with flowers. To Hermione, everything was perfect.
"Where are we?" She finally asked, dying to know the name of this enchanting place.
"It isn't somewhere you'd find on a map. Not many people know this place." He replied mysteriously.
"That doesn't answer my question." Hermione laughed.
"I know." He smiled.
After about five minutes of walking, Hermione began to notice odd markings on the trees and flowers with unusual scents. The air seemed like it had more magic in it- there was more movement and a silver undertone to the wind.
Soon they reached what was apparently their destination. A slab of marble, just large enough for two people to stand on. Four trees around the marble acted like rose trellises, with flowers growing all up around it. Birds' nests were positioned in the roof-like plant growth above it.
Draco stepped onto the marble and held out a hand to Hermione.
"Stand here." He said, pointing to the place next to him on the marble. Hermione did so. A warm glow spread from her feet upwards, through her whole body to the ends of her fingers. Then it clicked.
Hermione had read about this kind of thing in old manuscripts she'd found in the library when she was in fifth year. The slab of marble that they were standing on was called an ArmiÅ