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A/N: All right, I know it's taken forever for me to get this up! I have just finished my third day of school and I already have homework up the ass. I didn't have too much homework today so I figured I'd finish rewriting this and get it up for all of you wonderful people that review and make me feel better about myself. Amber always puts me down, so I need a pick me up! YOU!

Enjoy!

Chapter 48

The Honeymoon Suite and Idiots

BANG!

"Draco, I think you broke it," Hermione giggled as Draco kicked in the door to their hotel suite.

"Don't worry, luv, I'll fix it," he said, dropping her on the bed in a flurry of white lace.

"Hey," she complained.

"What?" he asked innocently as he pulled out his wand and pointed it at the door. "Repairo." The door flew back on its hinges. "I told you I'd fix it," he said, stalking over to her and planting a soft kiss on her lips, "Mrs. Malfoy."

"Hmm, I am a Malfoy now, aren't I?" she said.

"Yup," Draco said, taking her mouth again as he leaned her back and crawled over her.

"What is this?" Snape asked angrily.

"I never would have expected this," Dumbledore said.

"What does this mean, is Miss Granger under Imperio?" Snape asked.

"I don't know, Severus, I don't believe she would be as she is in love with Draco, but the real question is how Lucius would let this happen and why he would want everyone to know about it," Dumbledore tried to explain.

"Would he do that to make us angry? And why is Potter there? Is he under Imperio as well?" Snape asked.

"Severus, you are putting all of my questions into words and I don't know the answers to them. I think we need to talk Fudge, he may know a little more as he works with Lucius," Dumbledore said.

"Right, should we call Minerva in?" Severus asked.

"Yes, go and get her while I floo Fudge."

"Yes, sir," he said, walking swiftly out the door to find the Transfiguration teacher.

"What is it Albus, I was just listening to Lucius talk about the wedding," Fudge declared as he flooed into Dumbledore's office.

"That is what I wanted to speak to you about, Cornelius," Dumbledore said.

"Lucius Malfoy?" Fudge asked.

"His son, Draco, and Draco's new wife, Hermione," Dumbledore said.

"Yes, they just left on their honeymoon, some romantic isolated island, it all sounds so perfect," Fudge said.

"But you know that Lucius has a certain...prejudice against muggle-borns," Albus said.

"Yes, but he said that this one struck his fancy, he said that she was perfect for his son even though she wasn't a pureblood, he approved of the marriage and even invited her muggle family to be there with them for the special day, her father walked her down the aisle," Fudge said.

"He did?"

"Yes, it was a very nice wedding, and the reception was so fun. There was so much to show all the muggles, I think we got more than half of them drunk on firewhiskey," Fudge laughed.

"You were at the wedding?"

"He invited everyone from the ministry," Fudge said, oblivious that Dumbledore was not invited. "Why didn't you come?" he asked.

"I wasn't invited," Dumbledore said.

"But...didn't you teach the Granger girl...and Potter was there," Fudge explained.

"Yes, but I did not receive an invitation," Dumbledore said, now knowing that this was done to make him angry. "Did Miss Granger, sorry, Mrs. Malfoy look strange, like she was under a spell or something," Dumbledore asked.

"No, she was having so much fun, and she was introducing her new husband to all of her relatives. Her dress was beautiful, Narcissa and Bellatrix really did plan the wedding well," Fudge rambled.

"What about Potter?"

"He seemed to be having fun as well; he was on the Parkinson's girl's arm the entire night. He was happy for his friend and seemed to be having fun. He was found later on by the bride with Parkinson in the broom closet, they were...studying," Fudge laughed.

"So you're absolutely sure that Lucius really approved of this wedding because he likes the girl?" Dumbledore said.

"Yes, he was taking her about and introducing her to people as well, he seems to like her very much," he said.

"All right, I'll have to get to the bottom of this later."

"Have a good day, Albus, I'm going to talk to Lucius some more," he said.

"Thank you, Cornelius," Dumbledore said and Fudge left back through the grate by floo powder.

"Fudge, how did you enjoy the wedding?" Lucius asked.

"It was wonderful, Malfoy, I was just telling Dumbledore about it," he said.

"Did he seem pleased?" Lucius asked with a glint in his eye.

"No, in fact, he was angry that he had not been invited," he said.

"We already had too many people there, and Hermione really didn't want her Headmaster to see her get drunk at the reception," Lucius explained, it was an excuse; because he knew that Hermione had not gotten drunk.

"Ah, well that makes sense then," Fudge said stupidly as always.

"I will have to visit old Dumbledore, tell him how it went," Lucius said.

"That would be a respectful thing to do," Fudge said. "Will you excuse me for a moment; I need to talk to Mr. Weasley."

But Mr. Weasley was already striding towards them with a gleam in his eye. "Malfoy!" he said. "Where is my daughter?" he asked angrily.

"Ah, Arthur, she was one of my daughter-in-law's bride's maids, she is staying at my mansion right now," he said smoothly.

"And who is the boy that she was dancing with?" he asked like the protective father he was. The pictures in the paper had covered three pages and showed many things.

"That's her boyfriend, Mr. Weasley, surely you knew that she had a boyfriend," Lucius said.

"No, what's his name?" he said.

"Blaise Zabini, he is my son's best friend."

"Damn, a Slytherin no doubt?"

"Yes, I will tell her to send you a letter when I go home today," Lucius said.

"I want to see her," Arthur complained.

"You cannot come to my Manor, Arthur, and I don't think that she wants to leave yet," he said. "She will send you a letter." With that he turned and walked to his office, on his way getting more congratulations for his son being married. It was a great thing, and he really was happy for Draco and Hermione.

"Good morning, sunshine," Draco said happily to a very tired Hermione the next morning.

"Oh, go away," she complained. "You're too much of a morning person," she said.

"I think it's better to get as much out of the day as you can," he said.

"And the night too," she said with a small smile to him.

"Yes, I like using the night very much. But you know, it doesn't have to be night to have fun."

"I know, luv, you've showed me that before," Hermione said as she rolled away from him and off the bed. She landed on the floor with a small 'oof' and then stood up. "I should probably shower," she muttered, feeling gross from all the cosmetics on her face and in her hair. She walked into the bathroom.

Before she had even turned the shower on, Draco was pushing her back against the cold tile. "You're mine you know," he growled possessively.

"All yours, Draco," she giggled.

"Always mine," he said, covering her lips in his own and then pulling away suddenly and turning the water on. Hermione was left dazed against the tile wall and shivered. She walked to the water and pushed Draco out of the way so that she could get under it.

She smiled seductively as she turned to him and trailed her fingers down his naked chest and stomach. She saw the reaction that she was having on him when she looked down and then looked up into his eyes. "And you're mine," she said with just as much possessiveness.

"Always yours," Draco said huskily, kissing her again while putting his hands on any part of her body he could reach. Hermione moaned.

"Good," she said, putting her arms around his neck and smashing her lips against his.

Draco pushed her once again through the stream of water until he was standing under it. He smirked sultrily at Hermione and her knees gave out, she was amazed that he could still have that effect on her and hoped that it would never end.

Draco held her up and smiled knowingly. "Much more to come, luv," he said with a smile.

"I need you," Hermione said, pulling him up against her so that their naked bodies collided and skin touched skin.

"Not as much as I need you," Draco said, looking down at his rather prominent problem that only one thing could cure.

"Draco…" Hermione whined. Draco smirked. He put one hand in her bushy mess of curls atop her head and the other on her cute bottom. He kissed her deeply as he lifted her against the wall of the shower. He stopped as he looked into her eyes; Hermione moaned in annoyance that it was taking him so long when he suddenly thrust into her.

Hermione threw her head back against the shower tile and deemed that she would have a headache when this was over.

Draco removed his hand from her hair to rest against the tile, holding himself up as he made deep thrusts into the woman he loved. He held her up with the other hand on her bottom; but it wasn't his fault that his hands liked to wander.

Hermione's nailed clawed rails across his back and the pain mixed with the pleasure was extremely erotic to Draco.

Hermione crashed her lips down upon Draco's again, moaning into his mouth. Draco leaned close to her, whispering sweet nothings into her ear and the water, his voice, his sure thrusts and his hand rubbing across her bum made Hermione explode with pleasure, wrapping her arms around her husband as she shuddered into oblivion. Draco came moments later, her name on his lips, filling her with the familiar sensation of warmth.

Draco collapsed against her, pinning her to the wall until he regained his breathing and had enough strength to hold himself up. Hermione slid down him and landed back on her feet.

"Well," she said. "I guess it's a good thing we're already in the shower."

"Why would Lucius want Hermione as a daughter-in-law?" Snape questioned.

"I'm still not sure. I believe that she would be under Imperio to do anything like that," Dumbledore said, worrying his beard with his fingers.

"He loves the girl, he thinks she is a great addition to the family," Fudge tried to explain to the trio in the office.

"But that could all be a trick, I don't understand what he wants us to do about it," Minerva said.

"I really don't think it's a trick, woman," Fudge said.

Suddenly the door of Dumbledore's office burst open and a tall blonde man stood in the doorway. "Already here Fudge? Good," Lucius said calmly, a green light flew from his wand and moments later the Minister of Magic lay dead on the floor.

Dumbledore, Snape and McGonagall all stood up and pointed their wands in Lucius' direction. "Oh, I wouldn't do anything if I were you," Lucius said, then he snapped his fingers and a struggling Harry Potter was pulled into the room by two Death Eaters.

"Please don't do anything, Professor," Harry cried, trying to free himself of the Death Eaters.

"Albus Dumbledore, they say that you were the only one I ever feared," Voldemort said as he walked slowly into the room. "But it seems old Albus has a weakness after all. You need him to kill me, don't you? That was the only reason that you kept him around, kept him alive. The only way to kill me was with this boy, so you corrupted him to make him be on your side, you wanted him for the good of the world. You wanted him so your stupid antics would win," Voldemort stopped his speech and whispered to a couple more Death Eaters in a hushed voice, "find it."

They began a thorough inspection of the room as Riddle once more brought conversation back to Dumbledore. "Did you see the paper, Professor?" he inquired innocently.

"Yes, and I want you to let Miss Granger go, you should not have done that against her will," Dumbledore said.

"Against her will?" Lucius asked with a laugh. "Yes, because them practically begging me when the wedding was going to be was against her will," he said sarcastically.

"I do not make anyone do anything against their will," Riddle said.

"What about Potter?" Snape asked coolly.

The Death Eaters let Harry go and Harry ran a hand over his robes, pulling his wand from them and pointing it at his former Potion's Professor. "What about me?" he asked with a sneer.

"You do not get another word in this conversation, traitor," Voldemort said to Snape. "You will now die while we reap the glory."

"Sir, we found it," Rudolphus said.

Voldemort walked over to the painting that Lestrange was pointing to. "A painting?" he asked.

"You don't know what to do, you will never figure it out," Dumbledore said.

Riddle smiled as much as his white face could and a cold glint crossed his red eyes. "Oh, don't I, Dumbledore?"

Tom reached into his robes pocket and pulled out something yellow that could not be seen by most everyone. But when Dumbledore saw it, a scared expression crossed his features.

"What exactly is the function of a rubber duck?" Voldemort asked rhetorically. He squeaked the duck and the painting flew open. He looked inside at the contents. A vase. He pulled it out of the hole in the wall and studied it. He opened the lid and found that it was filled with ash. It was an urn. The corners of Riddle's mouth twitched.

He dropped the urn.

It shattered on the floor and the dust rose in a cloud from the floor and settled in the shape of an older woman. "Albus!" it yelled. "I told you to clean your room a hundred times, there are going to be ants."

Dumbledore fell to his knees and looked up at the dust image of his mother. "No, mother, I did clean my room," he cried.

"You didn't and you know it, now go outside and help your father, he needs to chop down that tree in the front yard so that we can have a fire," she said.

"But I don't know how to help him, he always shoos me away."

"You will help him or I will tell Aberforth that he can have all of the cherry pie," she said.

"But I want the cherry pie," he said.

"No, you can't have any unless you help your father," she said.

"Fine, I'll help him, can I have a lemon drop though?" he sulked. His mother turned around and grabbed a dust lemon drop from a dust bowl and handed it to him.

"You are very fond of these aren't you?" Dumbledore's mother asked.

"Yes mother, very much," he said as he took the dust drop from his mother and put it in his mouth.

The rest of the people in the room watched as Dumbledore sucked on the dust drop and then started choking on it, he coughed and tried to spit it out but it was already in his lungs. He heaved in and out, trying to get it up but nothing could save him. He gave one last heave and fell to the floor.

A Lemon Drop brought about his demise.

Tom started chuckling at the irony, as did the rest of the Death Eaters. Suddenly Riddle was thrown across the room by a strong spell hitting his heart. "You laugh at another's death?" Minerva cried, holding her wand out before her.

"Yes, I do. He deserved death with all of his teaching ruining the lives of all the children living in this day and age. He deserved far worse than that," he said.

"You should not speak so disrespectfully about the greatest Headmaster ever to live," Minerva said.

"Aye, the greatest headmaster, but never the greatest wizard. The greatest wizard ever to live is..."

"You? Why do you think that you are the best, because you show no compassion for others, because you kill anyone who gets in your way of being all powerful, because you use dark magic to your whim and dream of being all supreme? You are not the greatest wizard to live, you are a coward!" McGonagall preached.

Voldemort was sitting now at Dumbledore's desk, tapping his foot on the ground in front of him. "Are you done yet?" he asked to the exasperated professor. McGonagall made a small nod. "Good, because I was going to say that the greatest wizard to live is..."

"Harry Potter is not a great wizard; he can barely pass potions class without the help of his friends. He will never be a great wizard and should not be helping you because there is nothing that he can do to help, he is a weakling," Snape said defiantly.

Riddle stuck his face in his hands and shook his head. "I'm surrounded by idiots," he mumbled almost incoherently. He lifted his head and looked at the two in frustration. "Should I have said witch?" he asked, trying to get past their stupidity.

"Granger?" Snape asked.

"Wonderful, Severus!" Voldemort cheered sarcastically. Then he pointed his wand in his direction and with a well placed Avada, Snape lay dead on the floor.

A/N: This should have made you laugh, if it didn't then I have failed! I wrote this chapter BEFORE the sixth book came out and it makes it a little less funny now that he really is dead…but whatever.

Love and Lemons

Brittany