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Chapter 7
The children were now tucked in bed and the night was so warm and beautiful. Hermione decided to explore the gardens on the property. She didn't know how long she would be staying their. Draco and Lousia's wedding was in a week and then they were to honeymoon for a month after. She dreaded the day that the children would no longer need a Goveness. They would have a mother.
Draco watched Hermione wander into the gardens from his balcony. She was so beautful in the moonlight. How he wished he hadn't proposed to Lousia. He had fallen in love with Hermione. But Lousia's title was good for his family and his work. He cared for her, but he didn't love her. His children were smitten with Hermione. He could tell that she loved them as well.
"There you are Draco, darling" she said
Draco remained quiet.
"I've been having such a hard time deciding what to get you for a wedding gift. I was thinking maybe a yacht." she said.
"Hmm, oh yes that would be nice." he said.
"You love her don't you?" Lousia asked.
"Hmm love who?" he replied not really paying attention.
"I could never be her. The childen love her and I can tell you do as well." she said.
Draco was shocked. What was she saying?
"She deserves you, and here I am standing in the way. I care for you, very much, but I could never love you the way she does." said Lousia as she took the ring off her finger and put it in Draco's hand.
"Goodbye Draco." she said as she left an ecstatic Draco on his balcony.
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Hermione sat on a stone bench admiring the river that shone in the moonlight. She thought of how much she would miss the children. And Draco. A tear fell down her cheek at the thought of losing him to another woman. She was taken out of her thoughts by a familiar smooth voice.
"I thought I might find you here" Draco said from behind Hermione.
Hermione quickly wiped the tears away, stood up and turned around to face him.
"Is something the matter? Are the children ok?" she asked.
"Everythings fine. Relax." he said as she sat back down and he sat next to her.
"Did you want something, Sir" she asked.
"Please Call me Draco" he said softly.
"I don't think Lady Lousia would like that" she said.
"It doesn't matter what she likes or dislikes." he replied.
"Why?" she asked.
"Because her opinions no longer matter" he said.
"Thats very rude to be talking about your future wife like that." said Hermione
"She isn't going to be my wife, Hermione" he said smirking.
"What? Why?" she asked startled.
"You can't marry someone when you're in love with someone else." he said as he smiled at her.
"Oh, well she's a very lucky girl." she said as she stood up.
"Yes she is" he said as he walked behind her.
"Do I know her?' she asked in a shaky voice,
"Yes I believe you do." he said as he ran his fingers up her arms.
Hermione breathed in deeply.
"Maybe you should tell her." Hermione said closing her eyes at the touch of his fingers on her skin.
He leaned in and brushed his lips against her ear.
"I just did." he whispered.
Hermione turned around and looked at the man in front of her, but then looked turned and looked at the ground.
"Whats the matter Hermione?" he asked as he turned her to face him.
"My life has been so troubled and yet he we are." she said.
Draco remained quiet and just looked into her eyes. Hermione began to sing.
Perhaps I had a wicked childhood
Perhaps I had a miserable youth
But somwhere in my wicked, miserable past
There must have been a moment of truth
She cupped his hand in hers and led him over to the glass gazebo.
For here you are, standing there, loving me
Whether or not you should
So somewhere in my youth or childhood
I must have done something good
Rain be gan to fall from the darkened sky.
Nothing comes from nothing
Nothing ever could
So somewhere in my youth or childhood
I must have done something good
Draco pulled Hermione against himself and held her. Then he too began to sing.
Draco
For here you are, standing there, loving me
Whether or not you should
Hermione had tears falling down her cheeks. She was finally getting what she wanted. Love
Hermione
So somewhere in my youth or childhood
I must have done something good
They both looked up into the others eyes. Draco brought his hand up and caressed Hermiones cheek.
Both
Nothing comes from nothing
Nothing ever could
Hermione
So somewhere in my youth
Draco
Or childhood
Mione
I must have done something . .
Mione and Draco
Something good
He slowly leaned in and captured her lips in his, while his arms went around her waist and her arms went around his neck.
After a few minutes they pulled away.
"Tell me, Hermione, whom do I go to ask permission to marry you?" he asked while holding her in his arms.
"The children" she whispered.
Arella watched the scene unfold from her bedroom window, tears in her eyes and a smile on her face. She knew how happy her brothers and sisters would be in the morning when they find out that their father and Hermione were going to get married and they would have a mother again, a real mother.
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