Chapter 20 The End 1
Confuzzling Ending
Though I owed you guys a long chappie! Thanks to the author of Lions of December for the idea for my story!
Happy Holidays!
OK guys, this is TWO YEARS LATER!
Hermione looked around her.
She was there. She had it made. Her boyfriend, Harry Potter sat beside her. They were at a special MOM function. Harry had become the youngest Head of the Department of Muggle Cooperation With the Wizarding World (DMCtripleW) and he and Hermione were planning to be married that August.
But something was wrong.
At the head of the table, was not sitting the Minister of Magic, Dexter Rambishan, but a sleek, whiteblond head, grinning from ear to ear.
Fuck no.
But it was.
Yes it was!
Malfoy.
'Afternoon Mr. Malfoy.' Nodded the Head of the Department of Magical Creatures.
'Yes.' Malfoy said impatiently. 'Miss Granger! And Potter.' He added as an afterthought.
Harry nodded curtly.
'Why didn't you tell me! He's not the one in charge of the answer of our proposal!' Hermione whispered out of the corner of her mouth.
Harry looked away.
'We've come for our proposal on the extending of Muggle co-operation laws.' I jumped in.
'Yes, our proposal involves--' Harry started.
'I bet you are all wondering why old Rambishan isn't here, but the poor old boy is thinking of retiring soon, and I am to act in place of him until he sufficiently well to appoint a new Minister of Magic.' Malfoy smiled, showing off beautiful milk-white teeth.
'Poor old boy? Dexter Rambishan is hardly sixty, and I'm sure he would not appoint an eighteen year old to take over from him! Money must be involved somehow Mr. Malfoy!' Hermione snapped.
Malfoy's smile grew even more
'Miss Granger, if you cannot speak any sense, please leave.' He smiled.
Hermione shut up.
The proposal depended on her silence.
'As I was saying, Mr. Malfoy, the proposal is to allow Muggles a little more free space, that is allowing for some small movement between those pureblood families magically inclined to kicking out muggles from their neighbourhoods. The only natural places without Muggles are Diagon Alley and the Leaky Cauldron.' Harry said quickly, not wanting to be cut off.
'To do so,' Hermione put in, 'We will need the approval of the Minister of Magic, and funding for other magical communities, or to try and create a program to increase Muggle/Magic cooperation. Either way we will need at least 20,000 galleons.'
Malfoy smiled.
'Is that all? If that is so, the other Ministry officials can leave. I'll uh, tell my personal assistant to see them out.' He clapped is hands, and a hooded-clad man walked to the table slowly.
As he walked, drops of ruby red liquid dripped on the immaculate white Malfoy egyptian cotton carpet.
Hermione washed him brush his hair out of his eyes.
Oh no.
Fuck no!
It was Fenrir Greyback!
The Ministry officials gasped in surprise.
But it was too late.
Greyback had an insane grin on his face.
They left, all rather nervous.
Malfoy snapped his fingers.
In waiters ran, carrying the main course.
Turkey and ham.
Perfect for the Christmas season.
Ham glazed with pineapples was Harry's weakness.
He discreetly took a bite of the ham.
Malfoy seemed too busy with his watch to notice Hermione ignore the food on her plate.
'3...2...1' Hermione heard Malfoy mutter.
Almost immeadiately, Harry's skin began to blotch.
He began to itch like crazy, and raised bumps appeared on his skin.
'Fuck it...' Hermione said, looking at his skin.
'Malfoy!' She said.
He didn't listen.
'MALFOY!' She yelled.
There was no answer.
'Fuck it Malfoy! What is wrong with HARRY!' She bellowed.
Malfoy looked up.
'Is he allergic to ham?' He asked.
'I don't know! Help him please!' She cried.
'All right, fine. Salista! Brocis!' He snapped his fingers again.
A man and a woman healer came, and they conjured stretchers for Harry.
'I have to stay.' Hermione said.
'No!' Harry cried.
'If not, we won't get the proposal on the bill!'Hermione cried.
He knew it. That was his point.
Merlin, he was good.
Hermione walked back in.
She sat as far as she could from Malfoy.
'Dear Miss Granger, you haven't touched your dinner.' He smiled, pointing to the food.
'Thank you Mister Malfoy, but I believe I prefer dessert.' Hermione smiled fakely. The instance she said it, she regretted it.
'That can be arranged, Madame Granger.' He immediately called for it.
'Come now, I cannot hear you from all the way over there.' He smiled.
Hermione edged closer.
And closer,
Until she was right next to him.
'So, about this bill. You know I want nothing to do with it. But to get my approval...'
He looked at me carefully, wanting to see what I would do next.
'Fuck it Malfoy, what do you want?'
I said nothing.
I knew what he wanted.
I could see it in his eyes.
