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In Memorium
Where we left off:
The magnicficent carpet was the same, blue with a flowery maroon pattern. She's pretty sure she left some blood on it somewhere in her time being tortured in the beautiful gilded room. She looked up in awe at the chandellier, the same one she had stared at while Greyback had molested her, the same one that came crashing down when they had left the Manor all those years ago.
She searched the carpet, looking for the deep red stain that would prove that these were memories instead of just a horrible nightmare she relived almost every night for the past eight years. As her eyes slid over the floor her vision became blurred. She found it. Tears fell down her cheeks and she couldnt stop herself as she fell to her knees before the beautiful white leather couch and fingered the stain. They had rearranged the furniture to hide the place where her blood had damaged the beauty of the room.
She lay on the floor next to the stain, fingering the scar on her neck with one hand and looking at the word etched on the arem of the other.
She felt broken inside as she relived the most horrific year of her life on the the floor of Malfoy Manor.
She sobbed loudly.
And that's how Draco found her when he realized she hadn't made it to the morning room to eat with his family.
"Hermione?"
He walked briskly towards her and knelt beside her. She was sweating and shaking, her body quaked with each sob.
And then he remembered.
It was a long time ago, but still those memories of the war haunted him.
"Oh, Merlin, I should have remembered." He lifted her body into his arms. "I'm so sorry."
She was in shock, pushing him away trying rigorously to get to that blood stain. Her blood stain.
Her eyes slid shut as she fell into a fetal position, hugging her knees to her chest.
She couldn't breathe all of a sudden, something was wrong and she was gasping for air. She felt as though she were dying, and all she could think about was her children and getting herself back to them.
Black and white spotts were dotting her sight and she couldn't take it any more, she fought and fought, until she passed out from lack of oxygen.
A panic attack.
"Daddy," He heard Lyra's voice before he even registered her presence. "Is the pretty lady alright?"
She was at his shoulder, she had seen the whole scene.
"Yes, honey, she's just not feeling well, Daddy is going to take care of her." He places a hand on his daughter's head, pushing her blonde locks from her face.
"Can I help?"
He looked at his daughter shocked at her offer.
"Of course baby."
"Good, 'cause if she's going to be my new Mommy, I want her to know that I can help take care of her the way she will take care of me."
The little girl trotted off to finish her breakfast and left her father staring after her, his mouth gaping slightly.
He looked down at the woman, she had been apart of his dreams for so long it was hard for him to believe this was real.
He wished in the deepest recess of his heart that she would allow him to keep her, his children needed a mother, he wanted a wife, and why couldn't he wish for the best.
Draco bent down and lifted Hermione's exhausted body, He carefully carried her into the breakfast room and lay her on the only sofa in the room. Arranging her body so that nothing was amiss for when his mother made her entrance. He went back to his breakfast and his children, and waited.
"Father," Scorpius watched his father hesitantly from across the room, where he sat practicing the math problems given to him by his tutor. "What were you and the pretty lady doing in your room?"
Draco stopped and looked at his child, searching for a delicate way to tell him that it was none of his business.
"We were having a sleep over." That was what came out.
Fuck he was an idiot.
"Draco, darling, why is it that Lyra just told me you won't let me take her to Tea at the Nott's tomorrow?"
His mother had finally made her entrance.
They had changed rooms, now sitting in the vast Malfoy library. Draco sat on the couch with Hermione's head in his lap and a book in his hands. While his children were supposed to be practicing work-either their alphabet, reading and writing, in Lyra's case, or their math, in Scorpius' case.
"Mother, she didn't follow the rules, and almost walked in on me in a compromising position this morning, I had to punish her, and that is what I took away, you can either go without her or reschedule."
He mother was upset, he could only tell because she was fidgeting, and his mother never fidgeted.
"Draco, who is this?" She had finally made it over to the other side of the couch to see Hermione's body sprawled out across the couch and his lap. "Why is this girl here?"
"Mother, this is my home, anyone of whom I invite is welcome."
"I know that you insolent man, but why is she passed out, and in front of the children?"
"She was my guest yesterday evening, and had a bad reaction to something earlier, I'm taking care of her until she is better, as only the proper host would."
His mother pursed her lips.
"Is this the woman you openly performed coitus with last evening on the stone bench in MY rose gardens? The rose gardens which are right outside my suite, of which my balcony overlooks?"
"Father, what's coitus?"
His son scrambled to attention at his grandmother's entrance.
"Go to your room Scorpius, your Grandmother and I have something to discuss."
The boy cleaned up is work and left the room, mumbling to himself about the un-fairness of childhood.
Darco gently removed Hermione's head from his lap and placed it back onto the couch where he was sitting. He grabbed his mother's elbow a bit forcefully and pulled her towards the closest window.
"Please do not talk of things like that in front of the children." He was harsh in his tone, obviously chastising his Mother.
"Draco, my Dragon, if you don't want them to hear about it, you shouldn't be doing it in public places." She sighed. "Oh when your father was around we would do things like that too, but your grandmother wasn't living with us."
"That's because Grandmere lived in Paris, and had a life."
"Don't say mean things to your mother, what if I were to doe, right now, you would hatee yourself forever."
Draco huffed like a child.
"Now, who is this woman you were having relations with, and is now passed out on the couch?" His mother turned to look at Hermione. "She looks familliar, I just don't know why."
They turned back towards the window, not noticing Hermione stir in her sleep.
"That's Hermione Granger."
"The Mudblood?" Narcissa turned pink when her son raised his eyebrows at her use of the derogatory term. "The one Bella tortured in this house? Why, in Merlin's name, would you bring her here of all places?"
Draco had the good sense to lower his head a bit in shame.
"Mother, I honestly forgot, in that happy morning after haze, I forgot she was tortured in the drawing room. She fainted when we ran through it on the way to breakfast, and I felt awful. Hell, I still feel terribly about it."
"It's not your fault." A week voice came from behind them. Hermione was up, her face still stained with tears. "I shouldn't be here in the first place."
She moved to stand and Draco rushed to her side trying to help her up but she just pushed his hands away. SHe couldn't make it to her feet and instead sat on the couch survailing her surroundings.
"Hermione, no, I'm sorry." Draco looked at her the way he had never looked at any woman. Narcissa noticed this and immediately began to wonder how long her ex-Death Eater son had been in love with a Muggleborn Witch.
A/N: This may be longer than I thought it would be!
I'm putting up screen shots of the way I believe the Malfoy Manor (created through the Sims 3) is set up on my blog They will be up in the next week, so I will post this again in my next chapter, a link can be found on my profile.
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