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A/N: Although in the book, it ended May 2, 1998. For my own reasons, it has not. Hermione was captured just before the Battle of Hogwarts, which didn't happen. I would like to tell you all something about myself. Despite being a diehard Slytherin, the death of Fred hit me the hardest.
"Hold onto that fire, Mistress Malfoy." Narcissa whispered to her new daughter-in-law. "I know this wasn't your choice. It wasn't Draco's either. In fact, he fought it for as long as he could." Then Narcissa handed Hermione a beautifully wrapped box, that Hermione noted was one of several hundred piled up in the room. "You will be treated fairly while a part of my family, and perhaps, you could join me in the labs one day. That one is from Draco." Narcissa smiled once, and then left her to herself.
Hermione was tempted to toss his gift away, but curiosity won her over and she opened it. Inside lay a muggle radio. It confused her until she picked up the card inside.
'I copied the charm from your radio at home. I'm sorry, Dragon.'
Her heart dropped, then exploded, and rose, then dropped again. A boy who had spent his life making hers hell apologized. Had he grown into a man under the tutelage of Voldemort? She looked for a place to put the radio in the room, and gingerly placed it on the beautiful white oak desk.
She picked up a poorly wrapped red box, then noticed the quick scribbled 'To Hermione from Harry' on the card. She all but tore the wrapper off. Inside were four shrunk cages, one labeled Crookshanks, the other three left blank, but animals were definitely in them. She placed the cages in a corner and waved her wand. The cages grew back to normal size. Crookshanks lay sleeping in his cage. In the three other cages were kittens. The white one she named Snow, the orange one she named Gryffindor, and the silver one she named Slytherin. It was fitting.
After opening the rest of the gifts, some from Witches and Wizards she knew, but most from affiliates of Malfoy's Potion business, she realized the world knew of her wedding. Molly had sent a pair of automatic filling salt and pepper shakers, and a silver and green sweater marked with a D. Ginny had sent a spell book for home duties. She had a small wardrobe, filled with dresses from the Delacours, a Plate set from Lucius Malfoy, an assortment of candies from Fred and George, and around 1,000 gift vouchers for redemption at several Wizarding stores from around the world.
However, besides the radio from Draco, the best gift came from his mother. She offered an apprenticeship at Malfoy Inc. in whatever department she wished. Hermione knew that was better than anything the Ministry would offer, ever, as long as Riddle's name was attached to her. She would talk to Narcissa after the feast.
Draco paced the main dining hall, his eyes trained on the doors. He couldn't blame Hermione for hating him. He tormented her for years, called her names, called her Mudblood. To add insult to injury, she was forced to find out that Voldemort was her father, then married to Draco.
He decided he would build her a house on the edge of the estate so she didn't have to be reminded every day. First, she wouldn't be reminded of who her father really is. Second, she wouldn't be remind of what Bellatrix had done to her. Lastly, she wouldn't be reminded she was forced into marrying him.
The doors bursting open startled him. Voldemort, followed by Hermione, silently strode in. He knew she had spent the last two hours opening her wedding gifts, as he had. He wondered if she opened his gift, or tossed it.
"My Lady Wife." Draco reached for her hand. Hermione let him clasp it before yanking it away. She glanced around, looking for someone. With a deep sigh, she let Draco lead her to the tables. The other Death Eatters and the older Malfoy couple arrived in two large groups.
"As you all know, Draco's new wife is my own daughter. I hereby claim her as such, and offer her to change her name if she so wishes." Voldemort told the room. Hermione shifted in her seat next to Draco.
"Am... Am I supposed to say something?" Draco barely heard her.
"Just smile." Came his sharp reply. He inwardly flinched, wishing he didn't have to put up the farce of an attitude. He reminded himself she had to hate him. If only she had been sorted into Slytherin, she would understand. Lucius Malfoy stood up.
"My Lord. It is a Malfoy tradition to relinquish the rights of the Manor to the Malfoy heir on their wedding day. Narcissa and I are to retire to one of our other estates." Lucius explained to the Dark Lord.
"Are you saying we can not use it as our head quarters, Lucius?" Voldemort asked, a sneer forming on his face.
"As the Manor is not mine, we can not use it. Draco is not able to give permission for our occupancy for another year." Lucius bowed his head.
"No matter. We can use another of your residences. I hear Northampton is nice." Voldemort waved his hand, though his eyes never left Hermione's face.
"What about Riddle Manor?" Hermione spoke up. Slowly, she stood, facing him. "Your muggle father's family home. You remember it, yes?"
"Hermione!" Draco hissed. Hermione stepped towards the supposed Dark Lord.
"Little Hangelton. Where your pureblood mother fell in love with a muggle." She was getting louder, her voice filling the room. "You abandoned my mother as your father abandoned yours."
"ENOUGH!" Voldemort all but screamed. The world went black, again.