DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN HARRY POTTER!!

Normal Life Doesn't Exist

Chapter 10

2 days after Hermione, Jane and Merope had finished packing, Tom arrived at the house, asking if they were ready to go. "Almost." Hermione said, fiddling about with the contents of her handbag. "Girls, have you got everything? Books, crayons, etc?"

"Yup." They said, holding one of Tom's hands each. Tom smiled down at them and then looked back to Hermione.

"Hermione?" she ignored Tom as she said, continuing to fiddle with the strap of her bag. Tom let go of the girls, walking to Hermione and held her hands in his. "Do you still want to go? I mean, it's alright if you don't. I'll understand."

She shook her head. "No. We're going. We've packed, talked it through....We're going." She said with a 'no arguments' tone.

"You don't have to."

"We're going!" she snapped. "Girls, got your coats?" they nodded and helped each other into the other twin's coat. "Good, we're leaving. Tom, how are we getting there? Floo? Apparate? Port-Key?"

"What are those, mummy?" the girls asked.

"Ways of quick transport. A Pork-Key is-"

Tom cleared his throat. "Hermione, we can explain that when we get there." he said. "But we're late already."

"Late? What have you got planned?" she accused.

"Nothing." He said mischievously, smirking.

"I don't trust you."

"Come on, we're Apparating. Girls, hold onto us, tight. Don't let go." He said, picking up Jane. Hermione stood and picked up Merope and then held onto Tom. She felt the familiar tug that was Apparation.

They arrived in the middle of Tom and Hermione's bedroom. It was a little different to what it was 6 years ago. The walls were a deep crimson, the furniture was wooden and antique. And there was a wide archway to the left of the room.

"What's that?" Hermione asked, putting Merope down, taking her hand and walking her over to the archway. It was a small but comfortable cream room with 2 single beds, fluffy animals lining the shelves and a few empty bookcases.

"The girls' bedroom." Tom said, Jane still on his hip as he walked over to the archway to stand behind his wife. The two girls squealed in excitement and ran into the room. Merope climbed onto the left bed and started to jump up and down and laughing whilst Jane stood on her bed, pulled a cuddy cat toy and then hugged it tightly before bouncing on her own bed. Their parents smiled at each other and then embraced.

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Dinner was a strange affair. Jane and Merope sat on boxes; their plates balanced on their laps whilst Hermione and Tom sat on the floor, balancing their plates in the middle of their crossed legs. Just as they finished dinner, someone knocked on the door. Tom got up and answered it. It was Draco Malfoy. He had grown a lot over the years, became so much like his father. His Black appearance had died down and Malfoy took control. His blonde hair was just past his ears and combed back tidily.

"I'm very sorry to disturb, milord, but you're required in Interrogation Room 3. A prisoner is being stubborn - even under the Cruciatus."

"Of course." Tom looked over his shoulder to Hermione. "Will you be alright for a while?"

Draco had never heard His Lord be so.....Polite to anyone and was confused by it. Sneaking a glance over His shoulder, he looked into the room and saw Hermione. His jaw dropped. "Father was telling the truth." He thought.

"Of course we can. Go, go." She said, seeing a shocked Draco and chuckled. "Close your mouth, Ferret, you'll let flies in."

Draco shook off his shock and nodded curtly. "Granger."

"Hello, Draco. You've grown."

"As have you." he said, admiring her womanly figure. He subconsciously smirked and licked his lips.

She chuckled again, raised an eyebrow and put a hand on her hip. "You think so?"

"Malfoy, return to the Interrogation room and wait for me there." Tom ordered/intervened.

"Yes, milord." The blonde answered, getting one last glance at Hermione before leaving.

Tom closed the door angrily. "Weasel! ...No, what is it you say?"

"Ferret." She corrected.

"Why?"

"In 4th year, when you had Crouch Jr impersonate Moody, he turned Draco into a ferret as a punishment and then started to bounce him up and down. It was...Entertaining." she answered, pulling out a painting from a box and leaning it against the desk.

"Well, I'll be back as soon as I can." he said, kissing her neck.

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An hour later and as Hermione left the shower, someone knocked on the door. She walked to the door, opened it and saw Abraxas.

"Oh, hello." She said, tightening her grip on the join of her bathrobe, feeling vulnerable in front of the charismatic albino in front of her.

"Good evening, Hermione." He smirked at her nervous state. They shared a few moments of awkward silence before Hermione spoke.

"Tom isn't here." She assumed.

"Actually, I came to see you."

"Oh? Well, come on in." she said, opening the door wide enough for him to enter. "We've got to be quiet, the girls are asleep."

"Of course." He said, stepping into the room.

She closed the door and turned to her visitor who was by the desk. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing. Nothing at all." He answered, turning back to her. "I just wanted to see you." he shrugged his shoulders but with grace and poise.

"Just wanted to see me? At 11 o'clock at night?" she asked, seeing straight through his lies.

"Oh, damn." he exclaimed sarcastically. "You've seen through my lies. Clever girl."

She smiled and relaxed her grip on her bathrobe. Then, to her surprise and horror and to his amusement and delight, her robe actually fell open. Noticing this within a second, she squealed - but not loud enough to wake the girls - and turned around, she began to fasten it back up. He just chuckled and walked up behind her.

"Love, it's nothing I haven't seen before." He said, running his hand down her arms and onto her hips. She gave a shudder.

"I'd still like to keep my dignity. And stop that." She said, pushing his hands off her hips.

"Are you telling me you don't want this? Because you're reacting to me even as we speak."

"No, I'm not. I can't do this. I mean, I'm married with kids-"

"Our Lord gave us permission. He knows of our history and decided it would make you happy."

She leant back into his arms. "Darling, nothing would make me more over the moon than to be with you but it feels...Wrong...Somehow. Like I'm betraying Tom. My husband." She emphasized the last word.

He just laughed against her cheek. "I know that you're married, pet. But you're husband is allowing us these liberties, so, what's the problem?" he asked, pushing her bathrobe off her shoulders and allowed it to fall to the ground. She shivered as his hands ran down her sides and gasped and drew in a sharp breath as he bit her neck. He gave a hum of approval against her skin. "Perfect." He murmured.

Just as he was about to pick her up, carry her to the bed and ravage her senseless, the door opened. Abraxas looked over his shoulder and saw Tom. He bent down, picked up Hermione's robe and helped her back into it. "Old habits die hard, Voldemort." He said simply.

"Oh, indeed." Tom chuckled. Hermione turned around.

"Darling, I'm sorry, he-"

"Abraxas was right when he said that I gave you permission to take liberties with him. And I am allowing this because in our 7th year, you cheated on Abraxas with me. I think it's time to repay that debt."

"One thing; I wasn't married to Abraxas in 7th year!"

"You weren't married to me." Tom argued, shrugging.

"No, I didn't mean that."

"I know what you meant, darling."

"So, is this like Lucius was? Let him have me once and then he can't look at me?"

"Lucius? My Lucius?" Abraxas asked.

"Yes. No, this isn't like Lucius because you get to keep them."

"'Them'? Who's 'them'?"

"Abraxas and Lucius." Tom answered simply.

"Both?" Hermione's head spun. "Wait, what about Narcissa? There's no way she'd let him do it."

Tom and Abraxas looked at each other. "Narcissa's dead."