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Chapter 2: True Love?


Outside the church waited a blond haired, grey-eyed man. He was hoping that he could get one glimpse of his beautiful Hermione before she became the wife of Harry Potter. He knew that in doing so, she'd be forever out of his reach and so would his child. It hurt him most that just when he had discovered what it felt like to love it was wrenched from his grasp by someone else. So it came as a big surprise to suddenly have the woman of his dreams run right into him.


Hermione! Mina, oh sweet, sweet Mina! Draco whispered as he smelled her hair and felt her arms come around his waist.


Draco, I couldn't do it! I couldn't marry Harry, Draco. I just couldn't! Hermione cried into his chest.


Shhh, love, shhh. I know. Draco answered while trying to touch her body with as much of him as humanly possible. Hermione raised her head and Draco lowered his. Their lips met in a shower of sparks. The kiss was magical, but could not be continued in such a public and inappropriate spot.


Mina, we should go. Draco spoke softly into Hermione's hair.


Go where, Draco? My family will disown me and the babyoh Draco, take me! Hermione said breathlessly through her tears.


We'll go to a wizard priest and be married tonight. That way nothing can ever separate us again, my sweet Mina. Draco answered. He held her hand and disapparated to his manor that he had receive upon graduation. Hermione's head came to his chest as soon as they were arrived. Draco walked into the manor and preceded to owl an official wizard priest.


There. He should be receiving my letter shortly, my Mina. Draco said once the owl had left through an open window. Please come lay down on the couch. You look exhausted. Draco came over and picked Hermione up, carrying her to the soft couch that stood in front of a blazing fire. Hermione smiled at him tiredly and closed her eyes. Draco kissed each of her eyelids softly then turned to tell the house elves not to disturb them.


An hour later a return owl came and delivered its reply to Draco. He was sitting on a chair near the couch where Hermione slept.

Mr. Malfoy,
I received your letter and will be apparating to you manor at seven p.m. Please have payment ready.
Cornelius Fudge

Draco smiled at the short letter. He stood up and looked at the ancient timepiece that hung over the mantle. It read 5:30. Draco walked slowly over to Hermione and gently kissed her forehead.


Hermione woke at the sensation of his lips touching her head. She looked up at Draco sleepily and smiled. Draco grinned at her in return.


Did you sleep well, my Mina? Draco asked Hermione softly.


Oh yes. This couch is wonderful. My awakening was better than I could have ever imagined. She smiled up at him then moved to sit up. Draco held out his hands to help her up. Once she was sitting, Draco sat down beside her and wrapped his arms around her. Hermione snuggled into his grasp. He lowered his head and kissed her hair gently.


Hermione sighed and dropped her head to his chest. She closed her eyes and listened to the beating of his heart.


This has been a long day for you, hasn't it, darling? Draco asked upon observing her closed eyes.


Yes it has. I almost married the wrong man, Draco and that scares me. Hermione replied as she opened her eyes and looked into Draco's silvery-grey eyes. I could drown in his eyes and never want to be saved.' Hermione thought to herself.


I hope that you can hold out a little longer and marry the right man. Draco said looking into Hermione's cinnamon eyes all the while thinking to himself. I could drown in her eyes and not even want to be saved.'


Aren't you still full of yourself. Hermione said with not even a hint of reproach in her voice. Draco simply smiled into her eyes.
Cornelius Fudge will be here at seven this evening to perform the ceremony. Draco stated.


The Ministry is overseeing our wedding? Hermione asked. Draco nodded slowly, seeing the panic rising in Hermione's eyes. He could tell that she was not overly happy with the Ministry overseeing their wedding.


Yes. You see no other priest would marry us now that you've turned down the Harry Potter. Fudge has kindly said that he would officiate so that we can be married immediately. Draco explained patiently.


Hermione said as she laid her head against Draco's shoulder. So, when does Mr. Fudge think he'll be here?


He'll be apparating here at seven this evening. This gives us enough time to have something to eat. Draco whispered into Hermione's sweet smelling hair. Draco moved slowly toward the rope that hung from the draperies beside the couch that they were sitting on, pulling it. Moments later two house elves came running into the room.


Yeess, Master? They spoke as one.


We would like to have tea here in the parlour. Draco spoke to the elves with uncharacteristic softness in his voice. The house elves dashed from the room to prepare the tea for the two that resided in the large parlour.


You have house elves? Hermione asked incredulously.


Of course. You didn't think that I cooked and cleaned for myself did you? Draco asked, as he looked at Hermione.


Hermione was at a loss for words. I thought you might have a cook and a cleaning lady, but I never thought you would have house elves.


Why don't we argue about this later. We're both slightly overexcited at the moment. Draco said as he laid his head on top of Hermione's. Then turned and kissed her softly.


Hermione didn't even try to hide the grin that spread across her face. She turned her head to face the man of her dreams.
Draco gasped slightly at her beauty. He lifted his head as shifted his body to face hers. A poem came to his mind as he sat looking at her exquisite beauty. Without thinking, he began to recite:

She walks in Beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
Thus mellow'd to that tender light
Which Heaven to gaudy day denies.

One shade the more, one ray the less,
Had half impair'd the nameless grace
Which waves in every raven tress,
Or softly lightens o'er her face;
Where thoughts serenely sweet express
How pure, how dear their dwelling-place.

And on that cheek, and o'er that brow,
So soft, so calm, yet eloquent,
The smiles that win, the tints that glow,
But tell of days in goodness spent,
A mind at peace with all below,
A heart whose love is innocent!


Hermione leaned over and placed her lips on his. When they broke apart Hermione said, That was beautiful, Draco. George Gordon, right?


Yes. I'm sorry, I had no idea that I actually remembered that poem, but it suits you so well. Draco's face was bright red as he finished, his eyes were down. Hermione gentle pulled his head toward her and proceeded to kiss him until she was very short of breath.

TBC

A/N: Special thx to my Beta reader!!! Ur the bomb!! U caught some mistakes i never even saw! Thx so much! Oh and to all my reviewers *throws roses*!

Mike: Please keep reading...it will get better!

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