"Oh, Draco! This is amazing!" Maia gushed happily as she sauntered through Hogwarts' extensive library, THE Hogwarts library. She hummed happily as she passed the restricted section, she doubted that there was anything more advanced then she could find at home.
"Oh! Excuse me!" A first year Ravenclaw exclaimed in terror as Maia ran into the child, not bothering to pay attention to her surroundings. Draco was only steps behind, glaring down at the small boy.
"No, excuse me! I wasn't paying attention to where I was going!" Maia blushed as she bent down to help the blonde boy collect his fallen books and notes.
"Th-thank you!" The Ravenclaw boy stuttered, looking between her warm smile and the scowling blonde man behind her.
"You're welcome. My name is Maia Malfoy, pleased to meet you. I've just so excited to finally see the Hogwarts library." Maia smiled kindly as she stood beside her husband and unconsciously reached out to touch his hand.
"My name is Goldstein, Andrew Goldstein. I've been excited about the library since my brother came to school. Did you not go to Hogwarts?" Andrew asked anxiously, forcing himself to keep still under the blonde's penetrating stare.
"Oh, no I was tutored at home. We had an impressive collection of books but nothing..." Maia trailed off wistfully as she looked around at the shelves full of knowledge. Andrew smiled brightly at woman who shared his love of books.
"Come, love. We must meet Severus for tea." Draco said shortly, placing a hand on his wife's lower back to steer her away. A group of seventh year boys just entered the library and were watching the couple closely, failing at any attempts of being subtle.
"Oh, well it was lovely to meet you, Andrew! Study hard!" Maia waved cheerily as she was lead from library.
"Next time I'll bring you in the summer and you can have days alone with your books." Draco purred into Maia's hair, she turned to beam at her husband but was caught up in his arms as he pressed her into the stone wall, kissing her harshly.
"Draco! We'll be caught!" Maia gasped as Draco grabbed her by the hips to pull her closer to him. He did not seem disturbed as he claimed her mouth once again in a hungry kiss.
"If only I could get you into a uniform...maybe a prefect badge. You could live out some of my school boy fantasies." Draco whispered huskily into her ear, Maia shivered as her fingers tangled into his soft blonde locks.
"Is that why you brought me here?" Hermione hummed happily as she moved to kiss his jaw. "We have magic...if you can find us a nice broom closet...we can work-" She could say no more as Draco hefted her up and sprinted to the nearest broom closet and pulled out his wand to transfigured her silk dress.
"Perfect..." Draco purred as he stood at arms length to inspect his creation, Maia looked down and giggled. She saw pictures of the uniforms but Draco's version was much shorter and tighter.
"Gryffindor?" Maia scrunched up her face as she delicately picked up the red and gold tie with two fingers as if it were dirty.
"You would have been a lioness, forbidden and oh so dangerous." Draco smirked as he ran a hand up her thigh, any thoughts of her wardrobe left her as her husband pushed her into the wall and claimed her mouth again.
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Harry Potter sat alone in Grimmauld Place, contemplating when everything went wrong. Most would say it was the night Severus Snape murdered Albus Dumbledore but after months of solitude Harry knew otherwise. The headmaster was too fond of his secrets, being the benevolent leader that sent his troops to war with platitudes of redemption for the enemy. The bespectacled man knew better, the war derailed the day they took Hermione Granger. His best friend, the one who was always on his side, even when she didn't want to she made sure he was never alone.
Without Hermione there to motivate the pair and cool Ron's temper, he left only two months into their hunt for horcruxes. They both came to the realization too late that they relied too heavily on Hermione for her brains. Now that she was no longer around, the two best friends were lost, unsure of how to proceed. Ron was too obsessed with finding Hermione to be of any help to the hunt, it only became worse when the food supply ran low. While Harry wanted to find her, he still tried to focus on the mission, only letting his mind wander to her late at night when Ron's snores filled the room.
"He's married!" Ron snarled as he stormed into the kitchen. Harry barely looked up from the parchment he was reviewing. Even if Ron eventually found Harry again, the months the raven haired man spent alone made him bitter. Unable to fully forgive his once best friend, they were not nearly as close as they once were in Hogwarts.
"Who?" Harry asked absently with a frown, scribbling diligently on the parchment.
"Malfoy!" Ron snapped as he rummaged through the cupboard for the stash of fire whiskey he knew was there.
"Who would marry that ferret?" Harry snorted incredulously, briefly looking up from his work. "Bottom cupboard."
"Cheers, mate." Ron smiled tightly as he grabbed two glasses and sat across from Harry. "So, the ferret gets some, supposedly, fit pureblood bird and we are all in hiding with only Rosey for company." The red head grunted as he waved his hand for emphasis.
"It's a war, Ron. Who the bloody hell is left?" Harry said dismissively as he reached for the spotty glass of fire whiskey.
"Dunno, I had that thing with Lavender before she ran off to parts unknown." Ron grumbled as he tossed back the glass, draining it in one long drink.
"At least you can go out somewhere and meet someone." Harry sneered bitterly as he turned back to his work.
"Sorry, mate." Ron flushed and looked back down at the table. "So, muggle London is out?"
"Yeah, I tried to go down to the pub. Drown my sorrows, you know? Fucking Scabior sitting at the bar. It was like he was waiting on me." Harry groused and threw down his quill.
"Blimey, mate. How long has it been?" Ron asked, his face a mask of horror. He remember Harry telling him that over six months ago.
"You really don't want to know." Harry shook his head quickly.
"Ginny?!" Ron exclaimed loudly. Harry only rolled his eyes and minutely nodded his head. "Still can't believe she did that." Ron said softly and bowed his head.
"Yeah, well can't expect her to wait around forever, yeah?" Harry waved a hand dismissively as he poured another drink. While they did break up, he was under the impression that they would eventually come back together once the war was over.
"But a Slytherin?" Ron sneered derisively and downed another drink. "And to elope!"
"Well, she did wait almost two years." Harry sat back uncomfortably. "She does seem happy."
"It wasn't supposed to be like this. It was supposed to be over already, innit? We should be married, you and Gin, me and..." Ron trailed off sadly and poured himself another drink.
"I thought you moved on? You weren't even dating and she could still be out there." Harry said gently, Ron's head snapped up and he glared at the raven haired man.
"It was meant to be, me and 'Mione! I've loved her forever and I'll never get over her!" Ron snapped harshly as he downed his drink, enjoying the burn of fire as he swallowed.
"I'm not saying that! I'm just saying that you've shagged quite a few witches in the last few years, thought you were over her." Harry said quickly, raising his hands in surrender.
"I'm sorry...it's just Malfoy is bloody married!" Ron grunted unhappily, forgoing the glass and taking a long drink from the half empty bottle.
"Where did you hear that from anyway?" Harry asked, glad to steer the conversation away form the missing piece of their trio.
"Zabini," Ron spat the name in disgust. "Told us all about Malfoy bringing his precious wife home for the first time at dinner. They are having a huge ball to celebrate her coming to Britain. Apparently, they've been married for years. I think she was a gift for killing Dumbledore."
"It would make sense. Kill the leader of the light, here's your prize; one pureblood princess to be your broodmare." Harry said sarcastically as he rolled his eyes and took the bottle back from the red head.
"Gin lost her bloody mind when Zabini raved about how fit she was and how sweet. Dragged the bloke through the floo by his hair." Ron grinned for the first time as he remembered his brother-in-law's screams.
"Well, that was just bloody stupid. Everyone knows Gin's temper!" Harry chuckled, remembering their brief relationship in school. The young girl was fiercely jealous of his friendship with Hermione even if it was obvious she was pining over Ron.
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"With the death of Filius, we no longer have anyone in the school to look out for our students. The entire staff is sympathetic to him. Even the students are since they replaced the Carrows last year." Minerva said to the group with a small frown, her eyes slightly puffy and red. Around the kitchen table in Grimmauld Place sat Harry, Ron, Fred, George, Molly, Arthur, Bill, Mad-Eye, Minerva, Remus, and Tonks.
"What are we going to do? Those of us not in hiding are under constant surveillance, the people are resigning themselves. No one wants to fight him anymore." Tonks asked the group at large, her shoulder slumped in defeat as she looked around at the only resistance left in Britain. Sure, there were others who helped them from time to time but the people at the table were that last of the Order, even Luna, Ginny, and Neville tried to stay neutral in public.
"I may have an idea." Remus spoke up with hesitation. "Draco Malfoy apparently got married..."
"What sending him a wedding gift is going to win this war?" Moody interrupted the werewolf with a sneer, the few chuckles around the table were silenced by his rolling magical eye.
"No, but we've found that she doesn't seem to belong so...I was hoping we could turn her allegiances." Remus said calmly, those who didn't openly laugh at him were staring at the werewolf blankly.
"You want to try and convince the new Mrs. Malfoy to spy for the order?" Harry asked slowly, fearing that Remus finally lost his mind.
"Just hear me out!" Remus took a deep breath to keep himself calm. "From what I've been hearing, the woman is warm and caring, she apparently berated Lucius for kicking a house elf."
"She took on Lucius Malfoy over a house elf?" Fred asked incredulously, George snickered beside him with a wide smile.
"Reminds you of someone?" George asked slyly, immediately the table went silent. Every member of the order remembered the bossy bushy haired bookworm who disappeared from the remains of her muggle home three years previously.
"So, we some how talk this Mrs. Malfoy into divulging secrets of her husband?" Remus cleared his throat uncomfortably.
"If we get the chance to snatch the lass, we will. Now any news on the horcrux front?" Moody grunted, quickly changing the subject.
"Umbridge disappeared with the locket, I think old Voldie figured out she somehow got her toady fingers on it. We were lucky Minerva got the diadem before she fled and Kreature liberated the cup from Bellatrix's vault. We are thinking there are two more, the locket, obviously, and Luna thinks it may be his familiar, Nagini." Harry droned mechanically as he shuffled the papers in front of him.
"If only we had a spy!" Remus exclaimed with false cheeriness, making the order members groan.
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"She's bloody everywhere!" Ron ranted as he threw down the evening edition of the Prophet in disgust. There on the front page was the illusive Mrs. Malfoy, touring the new Hogwarts. In Slytherin green robes she gracefully walked through the aisles of the library with a wistful smile. Harry pulled the paper closer to examine her as she waved to little first years and moved to embrace her ever stoic husband. A deep from marred his face as he took in one of the most feared death eaters actually smiling down at the curly headed woman.
"She doesn't seem like a dark witch." Harry said thoughtfully as he sat back in his chair at the burrow.
"Are you looking at the princess of all things sweet and nice on the front page?" Ginny smirked as she sat down beside him. Harry rarely visited the burrow anymore, what with him being undesirable number one, it was best to stay hidden.
"Not a fan of the new Mrs. Malfoy?" Harry asked curiously as he took a sip of his tea.
"Oh, no she's lovely. Very well informed on many subjects, but long winded sometimes though. Seeing Draco smile is still a bit weird." Ginny frowned as she looked at the picture.
"I don't get it, that's what all the reports are saying, there is no way that someone so proper would marry the ferret." Ron grumbled, looking at the embracing couple with envy.
"Well, from what Blaise-" Ginny rolled her eyes as both Ron and Harry stiffened at the sound of her husbands name. "- says she was raised to be his wife. Apparently, her father was killed right after she was born and she was raised by a pureblood couple that taught her at home."
"That's not weird at all." Harry snorted into his tea. "Sounds a bit like that book Hermione raved about...ah, what was the name of it...they were reprogramming their ambitious wives."
"Dunno, mate." Ron said sadly, just as he always did when their best friends name was mentioned.
"Maybe we should ask Malfoy why he used a muggle book for his inspiration for his darling wife?" Harry said with a sly smile.
"Oh, Draco would love that! You know, after he rips out your intestines and hangs you with them." Ginny chuckled as both the boys lost all color in their faces.
"Zabini has certainly been rubbing off on you, eh Gin?" Ron asked weakly, his face turning a bit green at the image his sister painted for him.
"How many times must I tell you? Blaise is neutral! His mother was neutral in the last war and we are neutral this time around...mostly." Ginny shrugged nonchalantly.
"How can you remain neutral? It's a war!" Ron blurted out in anger, his ear turning as red as his hair.
"Listen, it hasn't been a bloody war since they killed Dumbledore! They've won, they control Hogwarts and the ministry! Muggleborns are being raised and sold as slaves much cheaper than elves. They have workshops for the adults, muggle born, blood traitors, half breed all of them! The only reason the Weasley's aren't there now is because Blaise made a deal with Draco and Theo." Ginny slammed her fists on the table, her face turning the same fiery shade of red as her hair.
"Blaise made a deal?" Ron choked on his words incredulously, looking at his irate sister with wide eyes.
"Yes, as long as I stayed out of the fighting he would get his friends to vouch for my family." Ginny whispered, biting her lip as she looked down at the table. "He wouldn't tell me what he offered them in return..."