Hello, thank you if you are reading this. This is a lot longer than I first intended but I think it is better that way. I am sort of glad that I have finished because I have other ideas I'd like to write but didn't want to start until I had finished this. I would love to know what you think so please let me know, thank you again :)
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Defiantly a Malfoy!
Part Four: Fifth and six year.
+Flashback+
Crabbe grabbed Hermione extremely roughly.
"I'm going to be handling you Granger." Crabbe whispered to her harshly.
"Actually I will be taking Granger; you can take the Weasley girl." Draco told Crabbe sternly. Draco took her in his arm defiantly softer than Crabbe had. He cast an allusion spell so that even if people looked back their mind wouldn't register it that something should have been happening. If they looked back they would see a haze and in essence when they looked back they wouldn't remember why they had looked back or if they had seen anything of it.
Draco took in Hermione. Her hair was falling just above her shoulders in almost perfect curls. Her body looked slim in her fitted muggle jeans and she wore a black long sleeve under her blue t-shirt with the word 'bazinga' written across in cartoon letters. Draco remembered it was a quote from a muggle TV programme called 'The big bang theory'. She wore no make-up but her skin was pale and creamy with a slight rose tint to her cheeks. Her eyes were framed with thick and dark eyelashes and her beautiful whiskey eyes shone. I n short she looked beautiful. Draco stopped and turned her around lifting her sleeves to check her arms for marks, rubbing them softly.
"What were you doing? I told you the Inquisitorial squad was coming today. You knew my friends wouldn't treat you lightly neither will Umbridge. I told you, why did you go to that meeting?" Draco asked with worried eyes.
"I wasn't going to abandon my friends to Umbridge. This club was my idea. I am a Gryffindor, we are brave not like cowardly Slytherins who hide behind their parents." She bit out angrily shooting a look at Crabbe. A look that Draco missed. Draco took a step back nodding his head.
"Well I guess we should catch up with the others then, before someone notices." Draco said slowly. Moving forward and walking, leaving Hermione alone in the corridor regretting she hadn't made what she meant clear.
+End Flashback+
"Mum that was horrible." Dylan gasped.
"I know and I hadn't even meant it about your father. It was directed at Crabbe." Hermione said. "Your father's friends at school." She explained when she saw the confused faces of her son's. "Your father was in fact a brave man." Draco snorted.
"Not brave enough to tell Lucius about us."
"I said you were brave not stupid." Hermione waved dismissively. "I knew he wasn't a coward but that was a tough year for us."
"Yes it really was. See I took that comment as your mothers distaste for me and I stayed away from her. It broke my heart, I hadn't felt that way about anyone before and I thought I had lost her. It was the worst year of my life. I spent it alone and unhappy just like I had every year before I met your mother. So I didn't speak to her for the entire 5th year. It was in 6th year when she came to me after I interrupted her nerd party-"
"It wasn't a nerd party! It was a party for the students who strived for excellence in their studies. Your father is just bitter because he wasn't invited." Hermione stuck her tongue out at her husband.
"Didn't want to be in the stupid club anyway. Not like I was the second smartest student in our year or anything." Draco crossed his arms stubbornly.
"So anyway Draco interrupted our party and was thrown out so I left my date and followed." Hermione explained.
"Yeah well I was better than that jerk. The only reason McLaggen was there was to feel you up. It was another guy who saw a nice body and not the amazing beautiful girl who was actually there I saw that." Draco said raising his eyebrows and smirking. "And suck to be him because he is now fat and lives with his Gran and I have the beautiful wife. In. His. Face." Draco said smugly. Hermione laughed at how her husband was always one for competition.
"OK after that ego trip I'll tell you the rest." Hermione shook her head at her husband who was still smiling to himself, contemplating owling McLaggen.
+Flashback+
"Draco. Draco." Hermione called. He kept walking. Hermione knew he could hear her.
"DRACO MALFOY STOP." Hermione shouted. "YOU STOP AND YOU STOP RIGHT NOW!" She almost screamed. He halted and turned so she could see the light in his grey eyes had faded. She almost wanted to cry at the sight of him. Her heart had been slowly cracking and seeing him there it finally hit the inevitable point and finally broke.
"What?" He asked almost broken.
"Are you alright?" She asked tenderly.
"What do you care?" Draco shifted.
"I want to know why you are upset. I know something is wrong." Draco only shook his head at her words. "Draco you know I wasn't talking about you last year. I was talking about Crabbe. You know you're brave."
"I'm not brave; I'm a coward just like you said."
"You are not a coward. You are defying everything your father believes in by being friends with me, a Mudblood. You're risking you life to be friends with a pathetic Gryffindor Mudblood." Hermione let a tear slip down her face.
"You're not pathetic; if I was brave I would confront my father."
"Just because you have the sense of self preservation and to protect yourself. I should have let you go a year thinking you were a coward because I was scared that you would... I don't know I have an excuse. I thought you left me alone because that's what you wanted and I thought you wouldn't care."
"I wouldn't care? Hermione I have been in pieces. You are more than just my best friend. I missed you so much, I thought you hated me." Draco was becoming distraught.
"I can't believe I wasted a year without you." Hermione sighed. "I never meant you. You are the bravest person I know."
"Hermione please, I can't do another year without you. I don't care if you meant it. I'll tell my mum and Lucius about you."
"No you are not telling your father." She said firmly.
"But-"
"No." Hermione stepped up to him and placed a hand over his mouth. When he stopped trying to talk she moved her hand around to his cheek, rubbing a thumb over his face.
"What happened to you?" She asked. She studied him and saw hoe for lawn he looked. He had lost a lot of weight; his eyes were red and had bags underneath.
"You." He whispered. She went to take a step back, but he grasped her hand.
"Don't go again. Please don't go, I can't do it again. The pressure is too much to handle on my own...I-I just... I can't do it alone." Draco begged.
"You don't have to do anything on your own Draco."
"Please stay." He begged.
"As long as you want." She pulled him into a hug. He pressed her body into his own and sighed into her neck, pressing a kiss into her sleeveless shoulder. They pulled apart and rested their foreheads together. Draco placed a badly aimed kiss on her cheek but missed and caught the corner of her mouth. Hermione's breath hitched in her throat. Draco turned his head and dragged his lips across hers to look her in the eye. Her eyes flashed down to his creamy lips.
"You look really beautiful." Draco whispered. Before she could look back up to his eyes, his lips were covering hers. They kissed softly for a minute before Hermione kissed him with more pressure. When they pulled back they were both swimming with emotion. They stayed close catching their breath.
"Draco I-" Hermione planned to tell him exactly how she felt about loving the kiss and possible him before he interrupted.
"I understand, Hermione, I'm sorry. I agree we should just stay friends. I'll see you soon." Draco said to try and avoid her rejecting him when he felt so much surging through him. He smiled and waved as he walked away.
"I'm glad to have you back." Draco called back. Hermione stood in the corridor open mouthed. She couldn't believe he would just brush it off like that. Hermione walked back to the common room trying to forget about how she felt. He was her best friend for Merlin's sake she shouldn't be feeling this.
+End Flashback+
"I take it back that sounds awkward." Scorpius let out a huge breath.
"Yes well, that year was extremely awkward what with the misunderstanding and then that. I led of course, that is what worried. I felt so much for your mother that I thought she wouldn't feel the same-"
"You're very cowardly in this story." Dylan observed with a far off look in his eyes. He did this a lot and often would say random phrases that would barley link with the conversation but be observational. Draco's mouth gaped open at his sons words.
"Yes well we both were. However Draco redeemed himself later on in the story so he gets to show his true knight in shining armour and the hopelessly romantic nature later on." Hermione continued. "He acted very bravely."
"Yeah, yeah, Dad's brave blah blah blah. We will get to that bit when it comes, now on with the story." Scorpius urged.
"He becomes more and more like you every day." Hermione smiled and before he could protest she shushed him and continued with her story. "Yes but be forewarned the next part wasn't the happiest part of our lives.
+Flashback+
Hermione hurtled to the Hospital Wing. She could completely understand how Draco felt now constantly having to rush to the infirmary. Now the shoe was on the other foot she didn't like it one bit. From Harry's shaky re-telling of the story all she could make out was that Harry used an unknown curse on (called sectumsempre) Draco and blood started to poor from his torso. Harry hadn't been able to tell her much more. She finally reached the all too familiar wooden doors of the Hospital Wing to see Draco sleeping in the closest bed. She flew to his bedside and flicked her wand to send a curtain shooting around the bed to partition off their little bubble from the rest of the Hospital Wing. Hermione gasped at the sight of Draco's torso littered with scars that had presumable deep gashes not an hour ago. She lightly ran her fingers over the scars on his abdomen (as his was shirtless). He moaned slightly.
"You have no idea how good that feels. You hands are like ice on me right now." Draco said eyes still shut. Hermione blushed and snatched her hand away.
"No. The s-scars are hot. I'm so hot." He whined still not opening his big grey eyes. 'You got that right' Hermione thought as her eyes trailed down his body. He brought her hand and rested it fully against the skin under his peck. Hermione could feel the heat of his body and heard the hiss as her ice hands came into contact with his skin.
"Draco I'm sorry Harry-"
"No, we aren't going to talk about it. I have so much on my mind the pressure is too much." He could feel it lighten by just sitting with her as his mind went blank of everything but her.
"I just need to sit here with you and not think about anything of that genre." Draco opened his eyes and Hermione smiled. She moved her hand to another part of his torso and watches as he enjoyed the sensation. Her eyes swept over his torso yet again and Draco let out a chuckle.
"Are you checking me out?" Hermione blushed a violent red and quickly averted her eyes, shaking her head furiously.
"It's alright I would have a hard time not looking at my disgusting body." He said glumly.
"It's not disgusting." Hermione said in a voice just loud enough to hear.
"You're saying that even with all this scaring I still look...all right to you." Draco asked in a hopeful voice, he didn't really care about anyone else thinking about him but he really need to know if Hermione thought he was looking ok.
"Better than alright." She mumbled. "Or at least I still think you hot." She thought he hadn't heard.
"What?" Draco asked knowing full well what she said.
"Nothing." Hermione said quickly and Draco smirked a bit knowing she thinks he's hot.
"Alright, but I'm knackered so get up here so I can have at least one good night sleep in... I don't know a long time." Hermione gingerly climbed up onto his left side, trying to forget the nakedness of his torso. She placed her head in the junction where his neck and shoulder met and gentle lowered half her body onto his. Draco huffed at her slowness and circled her with his arm effectively pulling her body against him. He sighed at the result as his body was now awash with emotions, he could feel the pressure slipping away as he succumbed to sleep. With their legs now entangled Hermione placed a hand spread across the part of his chest above his heart. The coolness spread across his skin but Draco could feel the warmth spread through his heart.
"Miss Granger. Miss Granger." Dumbledore stood at the edge of the hospital bed, trying to slowly rouse Hermione as softly as he could. "Miss Granger." He said slightly louder this time. Her eyes shot open and she scanned the room and gasped when she saw her Headmaster. Hermione slowly came to the realisation that Draco and herself were wrapped around each other in a ball shape, lying face to face.
"Professor, it's not what you think."
"There's no need to worry Miss Granger I know all about your...relationship of sorts with Mister Malfoy."
"W-wh-what? How?" she asked knowing full well how intelligent her headmaster was but still confused as to how he would know about them, no-one knew. "Observation is an underappreciated thing, Miss Granger."
"I'm not quite sure what you mean sir." She was beginning to turn red at the situation she was in. Hermione tried to shift out of Draco's arms but they held her like a vice. He pushed himself further into her body. His face was buried in her hair against her neck. She brushed aside her hair and instantly regretted it as she felt him push even closer into her skin and she shivered as she felt his breath brushing over her skin, his mouth was angled so it passed over her shoulder and across her collar bone and over her chest. One hand was rested on the dip on her side at her waist. The other was under her body, elbow against under her waist and his hand was lying on the mattress next to the top of her thigh, fingers brushing it as he moved. When she tried to pull away his hand trailed over her. Ghosting over her arse and up to her shoulder. Hermione was thankful that they were under the covers so that Dumbledore couldn't actually see them.
"Those who know how to look; ill always find." Dumbledore said wisely holding his arms behind his back. Hermione was just as confused but did not wish to ask again.
"Does Mr Malfoy seem tense to you? Stressed? Even, maybe, angry?" Dumbledore asked.
"Yes actually. When we met he always says he needs to get away from the pressure and expectation and doesn't want to deal with it, he's too young and he doesn't want to. I don't know what he means." She screwed up her nose as she remembered. He never told her what about and would change the subject if she ever asked.
"Hmmm, most interesting." Dumbledore said tapping his chin.
"Sir do you know what is going on? With Draco I mean?" Hermione asked.
"Yes I believe I do. He isn't aware that I know. Professor Snape informed me."
"Sir." Hermione asked.
"I know how close you are to Draco. He has gotten himself into some trouble and now he has been given a task and once it's completed he will need you to support him and explain why the events happened. I know it may be hard but you are the only one he will go to and trust. You need to know so when the time comes you can understand and explain." Dumbledore said solemnly.
"Sir is Draco in some sort of trouble?" Hermione brought her hand up to Draco's hair and brushed it out of his eyes.
"Yes. Yes I am afraid he is." Dumbledore sat at the corner of the bed.
"What can I do?" Hermione asked.
"Draco has been given a task from Voldemort." Hermione gasped. "That is the least horrific, my dear. Voldemort had been residing in Draco's home, Malfoy Manor. Draco's father had been pushing Draco to become a Death Eater. If Draco can complete the task then his father will be in the Dark Lords good graces again after Lucius failed him repeatedly and Draco life and his parent's life will be saved. Lucius failed the Dark Lord and he is using Draco's weakness for his Mother to do his dirty work. If Draco was to fail him then he will kill him and his family." Dumbledore explained.
"Oh Merlin! That's terrible! Why didn't you tell me Draco?" She pulled him closer and kissed his cheek. "What is his task?"
"He has to kill me." Dumbledore said in an extremely calm voice.
"What!" Hermione shouted Draco stirred and she quietened. "He has to kill you?" She asked feeling tears welling in her eyes.
"Yes, Miss Granger. But you must understand I am already dying." Dumbledore placed a hand on her shoulder. Hermione let the tears slip down her face. Dumbledore was a role model for her and so many others and now he was dying.
"I was cursed." He held up his hand and she could see it was black and decrepit. "It is slowly going to spread throughout my body and it will eventually kill me. I know Draco has been asked to kill me but I also know Narcissa went to Snape for help and then Snape came to me. Snap has made an unbreakable vow that he would finish the job. Now I know what you are thinking but I asked him to do this. I knew about my disease long before and found this a good opportunity to stop myself going through the torture of a slow death and I help young Draco." Hermione felt respect swelling through her body. She couldn't believe Dumbledore would act this selflessly. "I know this is a lot for you to take in but I need you to understand. Snape is a spy for the order once I was informed of Draco's task I asked Severus to do this so Draco doesn't have to. Snape will kill me so his godson doesn't have to." Dumbledore spoke to Hermione in much to calm a voice for the conversation they were having; this shook Hermione.
"I'm sorry sir; it's just a bit much. Draco has been tasked to kill you but you have asked Snape to do it instead?" Hermione asked running a hand through Draco's soft blond hair; trying to let him stay asleep longer so that he didn't have to come back into his life as it was at the minute.
"Yes Miss Granger. Now I know on the evening of my death shall occur, Draco will come to you and I need you to tell him everything I have told you. I know it will be hard bit I need you to make him listen and hear that he is not to blame. Can you do that?" Dumbledore looked straight into Hermione's eyes; tears now streaming down her face. She nodded.
"He can't know of the plan until after I'm dead, he can't think Severus doesn't trust him." Hermione nodded again.
"Sir, I just want to say thank you for everything, I can't believe you are doing this for Draco. I can't believe there are going to be children attending Hogwarts who won't grow up with your wisdom. Your have been my inspiration for so many years. I can't believe that children won't know you." Hermione cried.
"That was always going to happen Hermione."
"Yes I know but I didn't think it would be so soon."
"Thank you Hermione, I know people would continue to uphold Hogwarts. But please before I go promise me one thing." Dumbledore asked. Hemrione nodded and sank closer to Draco.
"Anything." Dumbledore had walked to the door and as he reached it he called back before disappearing.
"Trust Snape."
Draco woke up with a wet feeling spreading down his face. He looked up to see Hermione almost silently crying. He shifted up the bed so they were face to face.
"Hey. Hey, come on, Hermione what's wrong?" Draco asked bringing his hands up to her face and wiping away the tears.
"Nothing. It's nothing." Hermione tried to smile.
"Come on, you can tell me." Draco urged.
"I'm...just so happy your ok." It wasn't a complete lie she was extremely happy that Draco was ok but that wasn't the reason she was crying so much. Draco knew she was lying about why she was upset but he wasn't going to push her if she didn't want to tell him for fear of upsetting her more. He slowly pulled her against his chest.
"I really am glad you ok, Draco." She whispered into his cheek.
"I know Hermione." He gentle rubbed her back until she fell asleep.
+End Flashback+
"Wow." Dylan gasped. "How did you deal with that all on your own?"
"Yes, but your mother helped me a lot even if she didn't know it or that's what I thought." Draco raised an eyebrow at his wife and smiled.
+Flashback+
"Draco, go to her." Dumbledore said with an extremely calm considering the situation. Draco's hold on his wand faltered, he scrunched up his brow. Confused about how Dumbledore seemed to know what Draco was thinking.
"She knows Draco. Everything. Go to her she will know what to say just as she normally does." Dumbledore went towards Draco but faltered when Severus swept into the Astronomy tower followed by Bellatrix and a group of death eaters. Dumbledore stood up straight and looked at Severus and simple gesture towards Draco, who looked back at his godfather to see him nod swiftly. Draco was still confused. Dumbledore looked back at Draco and watched him over his moon shaped glasses.
"Go to her Draco." Snape stepped up next to Draco.
"Avada kedavra."
Draco tried to make it to the library, knowing Hermione was studying late, but collapsed just off the opposite side of the doors. He flicked his wand and whispered the spell Hermione developed. Hermione would feel herself tingle and would hear Draco's voice telling her what Draco was thinking and wanted her to hear. Draco could only hope she would come soon.
Hermione was sat in Draco's favourite chair in the library it was by the window and overlooked the Quidditch pitch. She couldn't understand it he just got distracted every time he looked up; it was a nightmare when Hermione studies with him she couldn't get him to stay focused long enough. That was exactly what was happening with Hermione now; she couldn't focus on the book in her lap. She knew Dumbledore was going to be killed tonight. She knew Draco would find her and she would tell him what Dumbledore had told her. Hermione felt herself tingle and could hear Draco whisper, 'Please com, I'm outside. I did something terrible and Dumbledore said...just please come. I need you to say the right thing.' she ran out of the library finding him collapsed on the opposite wall. Hermione flew over to him and fell to the floor next to him.
"Dumbledore said you'd know." He sobbed.
"I did." She shifted closer to him as he sat up and folded his legs up, crossing his arms and hands over them and resting his head on his arms.
"How could you not tell me? I could have spoken to you about it." Draco cried.
"Draco, you said yourself, that you liked being able to come to me and get away from that part of your life and escape from it. Would you have wanted that once place to be taken away?" She tried to reason.
"You could have helped me!" Draco shouted.
"Helped you murder my head teacher? A man I have looked up to for years."
"I had too!" Hermione could see him trying to project this image but she saw straight through it and saw the pain within him. She knew this wasn't his fault and he had to do this too and it wasn't fair for him.
"No, Draco there was always a plan. Snape was always planned to kill Dumbledore, not you." Hermione could see the confusion in his eyes and explained everything Dumbledore told her.
"Why couldn't you have told me? I wouldn't have had to go through months and months of worrying and panicking that I had to kill my Head Master!" Draco tried to feel betrayed but knew she was only being logical and knew what her answer would be before she even came out with it.
"You had to believe so that if the Dark Lord would be able to believe you and you wouldn't have to lie. And would you have really wanted our time together to be plagued with this instead of having that one escape?" Hermione moved and hugged Draco, who in time, returned it leaving them in a tight tangled embrace on the floor.
"Snape did that for me?" He asked almost pathetically.
"You have people who love you Draco." Hermione said kissing his cheek. He looked up into her eyes.
"You always know what to say."
"Because I know you so well." She laughed. He smiled a crocked smile and kissed the corner of her mouth, before returning his head to her chest once more. They stayed silent for a while before Hermione broke the silence.
"I have to go away soon. Next year."
"How long? Where? Why?" He asked desperately.
"I can't tell you what I'm doing but I won't be back next year." Hermione rubbed her hand over his shoulder.
"Then I'm not coming back either." Draco said firmly. Tears were now streaming down both their faces.
"You can't go home, what will they do to you?"
"I'm always home anyway when I am not in school hours. What else can they do to me, I'm already a monster." He raised his sleeve so she could see the ugly skull tattoo on his left forearm. Hermione hadn't seen it before and was taken aback by the stark contrast of Draco's alabaster skin against the black 'ink' of the tattoo. She stared at it for a moment before lifting a single finger and placing it on the edge of the tattoo. Draco hissed leaving Hermione to withdraw quickly.
"No, the mark burns and your skin is cold, it's like ice." Draco pulled her finger back; she ran it across the tattoo and down to his fingers.
"You're not a monster, you were pushed into this. Your mark is proof of that. I have researched into marks of this nature and I found a book in the restricted section and asked Prof... Professor Dumbledore." She stumbled at his name and couldn't believe that he was dead. She felt fresh tears building but held them back. "He told me that it was written by an ex-death eater who spied for the Order. He said that if the mark is accepted by the body and mind it will become a part of you. You wouldn't notice it would just become a part of your existence. You would only feel it when you were being called and even then it wouldn't burn. However if the mark has been rejected by the recipient then the body will try to purge itself of the foreign body. If it had been unwillingly taken or forced into taking the mark, then the mark will cause pain or discomfort to the bearer, this pain will only increase when they are called. Draco it has been proven by the fact that your mark burns that you were unwilling and didn't want to be a death eater. You are not a monster. This means nothing; it's not a part of you." Hermione sat close to him to Draco and lent her head down kissing his tainted forearm. He pulled her even closer resting a hand on her neck and the other on her crossed legs. Their foreheads were together.
"Thank you Hermione. I'm sorry you know me Hermione. I'm sorry I had to do this. I'm sorry that he died because of me." Draco was crying again.
"It wasn't because of you." She was crying along with him yet again. "I don't mean that horrible but it is true. Voldemort would have found an excuse to kill Dumbledore without using you. Voldemort saw an opportunity with you Draco, to take advantage of your love for your mother and your father's position. Dumbledore was too important and he was dying Draco. He would have died slowly and most certainly painfully. He made the best out of a bad situation, Draco."
"Thank you Hermione I'm sure I don't deserve you." Draco under normal circumstances would be smiling but with both of their faces still wet with tears, he thought it was a bit insensitive.
"Draco you-" Hermione stopped talking when she heard a cough. She sprang to her feet and stood away. Snape walked out of the shadows; an impassive look on his dark features.
"Draco it's time to go." He said in a monotone voice. Draco stood and stepped behind Hermione and placed a hand on the small of her back.
"Snape knows. I hope you don't mind but he found me...err...crying after we had our fight. I had to explain but he's ok with it, he understands. He could see why I wanted you...in my life that is." Draco wrapped his hand around her stomach. Hermione lent her head back against his shoulder and nodded at him.
"Sev can I just have a minute to say goodbye. It's been a long night and I don't know when I will see her again." Draco asked. His Godfather eyes looked sympathetic and he nodded before walking away.
"Wait Professor Snape." Hermione ran to him and surprised him by wrapping her arms around his waist in a hug.
"Even though it means nothing to you coming from me I just wanted to say I think you are the bravest man I know for everything you have done." Snape awkwardly tapped her back.
"Thank you Miss Granger. You must say goodbye now the Dark Lord wishes to see Draco." Snape said. "But Miss Granger I have to thank you as well." Hermione sent him a puzzled look. "You have stayed by Draco all these years. He is my Godson and my only family. I haven't always been able to be there for him but you have filled in for me and I am eternally grateful. I'll leave you to say goodbye now and I'm sorry I have to pull him away at such an inopportune time. But thank you." Snape gave Hermione a smile as he turned to walk away. Hermione strolled back into Draco arms, her back to his chest. Draco placed his hands entwined onto her stomach, leaning his chin on her shoulder.
"Wow, Snape smiles, who knew." Hermione giggled. She heard a loud chuckling laugh around the corner. "And laughs!" Hermione let out a shocked laugh.
"He is actually a lot of fun when he's not stressed, which isn't often these days. We used to have so much fun when I was young."
"It's just hard to imagine that from the 'big bad sexy potions professor'." Hermione smiled.
"Well I have only seen...wait...did you just say sexy?" Draco spun her around and held her waist, raising a suspicious eyebrow. "You think that Snape...no no my Godfather is sexy?"
"No! That's just his nickname among the Gryffindor girls." Hermione blushed.
"You think he's sexy. I must say I'm jealous." Draco added sincerely his mind running through situation involving Severus and Hermione riding into the sunset and jealousy flared through him.
"No, it's just a name Lavender came up with. He's too greasy for my taste. I like a man who's more fresh and light." She winked and Draco's heart soared.
"Hmmm, fresh?" Draco asked with a questioning voice.
"Yes fresh. You know light skin, light hair, grey stormy eyes." Hermione rested her hands on his upper arms.
"Hmm would I know any of these fresh guys?"
"Well yes actually I think you know one quite extensively in fact." They both smiled and Draco worried how he was going to cope without this beautiful witch in his life. He placed a hand up to her face and caressed it with his thumb. Hermione closed her eyes to try and remember his touch. When she next opened her eyes Draco was less than a centimetre away from her. She looked up into the stormy eyes only he could own. He couldn't stand to be this close without kissing her so that is exactly what he did. His cold lip matched her silky warm ones. Hermione pulled him closer with her hands on the back of his neck, rubbing her fingers through the bottom of his hair line. They pulled apart and Hermione bit her lip softly. Draco almost moaned at the action and pulled her into another heated kiss. Hermione, much to Draco's delight, wrapped herself around him.
"Draco...I'm sorry but we really must go." Snape called. Hermione and Draco pulled apart but kept their noses touching.
"I'm sorry about that I just needed something to keep me going until I see you again." Draco apologised.
"Draco I-" Hermione started before Snape called again.
"I have to go. You mean so much to me Hermione, you'll probably never know how much, but I'll miss you more than anything." Draco smiled and kissed her forehead.
"I'll miss you more." She smiled cheekily. He regrettable let her go and she walked to the end of the corridor. Once there she turned around to see him still standing there looking dishevelled and pained. Hermione ran back down the corridor and throw herself into his awaiting arms. He caught her around the waist and spun her. Their bodies were pressed impossible close. Hermione buried her face in his neck and no words were needed. Draco kissed her hair as he put her on the ground once more. As she walked away she held onto his hand for as long as possible. Snape placed a hand on Draco's shoulder and as they apparated Draco whispered to Hermione.
"I love you Hermione."
+End Flashback+
Both boys sat with gaping mouths. Scorpius blinked with apologetic eyes.
"I can't imagine how that must have felt, but it's so romantic and sad." Dylan said.
"Yes well we don't dwell on the choices and decisions we made or the events that happened. We have a wonderful life and that's what we focus on now. But the next part of the story we will skip because it is quite gruesome and a lot of people have tried to forget the events especially your mother and myself. I know you have learnt all about the battle of Hogwarts in school but we do not wish to relive it. We met once over the next year but that is defiantly not a moment either of us wish to share with you. So the next time we met was after the Battle of Hogwarts."
+Flashback+
Hermione walked through the desolation that was Hogwarts. Tears streaming down people faces, leaving trails of blood, dirt and tears. She walked into the Great Hall that was once a home of happy children and memories. Across the hall she could see a tall figure standing directly across the expanse of people. His light fresh hair was dishevelled and dirty. He turned and scanned the room until his eyes her own and rooted her to the spot. He threw himself foreword dodging people, pushing past them gentle. Hermione let out a happy sob escape and the tears pounded down her face. Draco reached her and immediately picked her up and held her tight against him. He whispered over and over again. He put her down still holding her close.
"I'm so glad you're ok. I was so worried. I saw Potter and Weasley crying and I thought...maybe...you had..." Draco said whispering into her hair. He could feel her nod against him. He pulled back and placed kisses all over her dirt streaked face and hair until he reached her lips. The kissed slowly relief spreading through each of them. It became heated and they were soon kissing each other as if their lives depended on it. Draco picked her up and carried her to a bench where he sat down wither in his lap.
"Hermione I haven't been able to think about anything else but you for the past year. I lay awake for hours and I can't tell you how happy I am to see you alive and looking as beautiful as ever and I couldn't tell you how much I love you." Draco looked straight into her eyes. "I have loved you since I was fourteen. I think about you every day, most of the day. I can't stand to stay away from you another second. I need you Hermione." Hermione smiled and let the tears roll down her face, she pulled his face to hers again kissing him long and hard. When Draco pulled back and pulled her close. "You are so beautiful Hermione."
"I love you Draco, more than anything or anyone. I always have." She smiled. Draco pulled her even closer.
"I am never going to let you go, I hope you know that." Draco whispered and they both laughed.
+End Flashback+
Dylan smiled up at his parents. "That is so amazing!"
"That's incredibly...cheesy." Scorpius coughed. "That's not going to help me at all."
"And why not?" Draco asked.
"Because I am not going to be a sappy Romeo." Scorpius smirked.
"Fine then don't get your girl, because I got mine." Draco smiled at his wife and kissed her. Scorpius pretended to be sick and got up and left the room, leaving Draco and Hermione laughing after him booing and hissing. Scorpius laughed and waved at his parents. Dylan picked up his book.
"Well, I am going to bed so that I can get some studying in before we catch the train tomorrow." He kissed his mother on the cheek and high fived his dad before going to his bedroom, scanning his book as he went.
"He really is a carbon copy of you." Draco smiled.
"And Scorpius isn't of you?" She raised an eyebrow.
"Would you have me any other way?" Draco asked.
"Well maybe a little darker hair, greasier. Oh you know like your Godfather Snape-" She was cut off by Draco picking her up and pulling her out of the Library.
"Draco I was kidding! Argh don't! No!" He plonked her on the edge of the bed.
"I love you Hermione."
"I love you too Draco."