Epilogue II: Some time later.
Six months.
Even though it was the fourth or fifth time she and Draco had been seen holding hands in the magical society, there never seemed to be a shortage of wizards or witches who dramatically turned to look at them with disdain. They always pretended not to notice, though, and continued on their way with their heads held high.
This time, they were strolling through Hogsmeade, enjoying the few rays of sunshine that were offered at this time of year, while deciding which establishment to enter for tea. They were both chatting about this and that when a young couple not far from them caught Hermione's attention, causing her heart to skip a beat for a second.
"Is that Theo?" she asked aloud. Draco made an evasive sound that could be taken as an affirmation. She looked at his companion, a petite girl whose hair was completely hidden under a huge and garish woolly hat. "Who's with him?"
Her boyfriend sighed, suddenly a little uncomfortable.
"That's Luna Lovegood," he replied. "They're together now."
"How do you know? Have you spoken to Theo again?"
Draco shook his head.
"Luna is kind of my… cousin, did you know that? She and my mother adore each other, so she visits quite often... Last time she repeated endlessly that she was seeing him, so I guess this confirms it. Although I remember my mum wasn't too happy about the news, I don't know why."
Hermione remembered the moment at Hogwarts when Theo had tried to get back at Pansy and had been burned not once, but twice. She vividly remembered Mrs Malfoy's angry face in the corridor after the giant fire snake, but she avoided saying anything about it.
"I should go talk to him," she said instead.
"No," he replied hastily.
Hermione saw Luna enter a shop, but he stayed outside, so she saw the perfect opportunity to act.
"It wasn't a question," she said, letting go of Draco's hand and walking towards the boy.
It wasn't until she was in front of him that she realised she didn't really know what to say, so she smiled nervously at him until he noticed her presence.
"Granger... Hi."
"Hello," she managed to say. "How are you?"
The boy ran a hand through his hair, suddenly uncomfortable.
"Quite well. And you?"
"Fine..." She considered for a moment whether to mention it, but finally decided there was no reason not to. Pointing to a spot on her back, she said, "Draco and I were about to have tea when I saw you."
The boy saw him in the distance, but didn't seem particularly inclined to say hello.
"I came with Luna. She was trying out some new spells yesterday and her hair got singed... She wants to buy a potion to fix it, but she's too embarrassed and won't let me see her."
Hermione then realised they were outside the wizarding apothecary. She looked in through the window and saw the girl showing the shopkeeper the mess she had made of her hair, but quickly forced herself to concentrate. She looked back into the boy's eyes, this time in a different way.
"Listen... I feel I owe you an apology."
"You don't have to do that."
"Of course I do," she replied. "I never meant to hurt you, you have to know that."
"It's OK, believe me. It's all right."
"Really?" she asked, biting her lip nervously.
"Really. I really liked you a lot, and I won't deny that I was pretty upset when I found out the truth... but it doesn't matter now," he confessed. "Sometimes not everything you like turns out to be the best thing for you. She's the other half I needed in my life, now I know".
Hermione sighed in relief.
"You don't know how glad I am that you're happy," she told him.
"And him?" he asked, pointing his head in Draco's direction. "Is he treating you well?"
"He couldn't treat me better."
Luna came out of the pharmacy at that moment, waving happily the small bag of potions she had just bought.
"Oh, Hermione Jean Granger," she said in a happy voice. "I like your curls."
"Wow, thanks Luna."
"You're welcome," she replied, forming a smile on her lips and making her dark circles look a little more pronounced. "Theo told me about his romance with you; I think you two made a nice couple."
Theo and Hermione laughed awkwardly, but the girl didn't seem to notice.
"I think you two look better together," the Gryffindor commented, immediately getting Theo's agreement.
"Yes, much better."
"Well, I have to go," she announced, eager to end this awkward conversation.
"Goodbye, goodbye," the blonde said. "Give my regards to Draco."
"I will," Hermione called, already far away.
The evening had become unusually dark, as if the darkness had come early for some reason beyond her understanding. Pansy noticed it, felt it on her skin.
"I loved hanging out with you," Lili said, wrapping her in one arm as she carried some bags with the other. "We'll do it again, right? I don't want my son monopolising all your time."
"Of course," she replied, forcing the best smile she could muster at the moment. For some reason, she couldn't prevent her mood from darkening as the day went on, even though she'd spent the afternoon doing what she loved most: shopping and stopping by her favourite café for a delicious hot chocolate.
The woman and the girl said their goodbyes, and Pansy sighed with exhaustion as she arrived home. She dropped her feathered cloak on the house-elf, who had eagerly accepted it, and left her bags for him to take up to her room.
It was strange, but she knew something was going to happen. She could feel it, the feeling was so strong that she decided to walk through the huge foyer without rushing.
"Come," her mother's voice sounded hostile as she passed the living room.
She was waiting for her, and apparently so were her father.
Pansy dragged her feet and sat down in front of them at the long, fine wooden table.
"What's going on?" she wanted to know.
"Your mother and I are getting divorced."
Even though she already knew she was in for some bad news, this revelation hit her like a bucket of cold water.
"W-what?"
"Irreconcilable differences," the woman snapped. "We're going into liquidation; the process will take two or three days at the most. Our lawyers are coming tomorrow to sign the papers."
"I'm going to Ireland with my family," her father informed her, almost interrupting her. "You can come with me if you like, daughter."
Pansy felt her head explode into a thousand pieces. Too much information at once, too much to process.
"I don't want to leave here," she said, suddenly feeling a little tired.
"I told you she wouldn't go with you, that she had the bad taste to go out with that Potter," the witch reproached the man.
Pansy had been expecting her to say something like that, after all they had started going out more often, but she had never imagined her mother would blurt it out like that in a situation like this.
"And what did you expect, that I wouldn't try?" he asked indignantly.
"Considering you're not even her real father..."
Pansy saw him stand up so abruptly that he knocked the chair backwards. Angrily, he shoved the crystal vase on the table with such force that it smashed against the far wall. Everything happened so quickly and violently that the sound it made as it shattered into a thousand pieces sent Pansy into a panic attack and she began to hyperventilate.
"I told you not to say that again!" the man roared, moving his index finger close to her face as a warning.
"Keep breaking things if you want to, idiot," she said calmly. "You know it will all count against you tomorrow."
Her father decided to disappear at that moment, not even noticing his daughter's anxious state. Her mother looked at her and pursed her lips in disapproval.
"My lawyers have found a legal loophole in our marriage contract, so they have conveniently used it to prevent me from ending up with nothing. He can't hurt me, not even after I told him the truth about you and Snape... so neither can you. You've lost everything to blackmail me," she spat, wrinkling her nose slightly as she looked at her with disdain. "Rest assured, I'll see to it that your inheritance is taken away from you. That shouldn't be too difficult, considering that my soon-to-be ex-husband no longer owes you anything... Ah! And be sure to pack your bags."
At this point in the conversation, Pansy could barely breathe, but she gathered her strength and managed to mumble a few words.
"Are... are you kicking me out?"
"Isn't it obvious?"
"And where will I go?" she asked with tears in her eyes. The woman got up from the table, but stood firmly in front of her.
"I think you know where to go," she replied. Then she stepped around the overturned chair and walked to the door with an elegance that was inappropriate for the moment.
Pansy started to cry. It wasn't what she wanted to do; she wished she could get up and face this immense adversity as best she could, but her body simply couldn't handle so much stress, so much fear. Her chest burned and her head was too dizzy to even consider standing up.
She cried, and she cried a lot. She cried until she ran out of tears, and she continued to cry after that. But even with that desolate feeling in her body, Pansy managed to pull herself together enough to go up to her room and fill three large suitcases with her things. It took her an hour or two, but one thing she was sure of was that she wouldn't stay another day where she wasn't wanted. And yes, now that she thought about it, maybe her mother was right when she said that deep down she knew where she had to go.
She used a spell to shrink her suitcases, pressed the stuffed dog to her chest and disappeared. It was a real surprise to find the door open and him standing in the doorway.
"How did you know?" she asked almost inaudibly.
"A hunch," Snape replied, stepping aside to let her in. He couldn't take his eyes off the stuffed animal, though, as soon as he saw it. "I thought you didn't have it."
"I lost it," she confessed, pressing it a little closer to her body. The gesture made her feel a little less vulnerable. "Somehow Harry knew exactly what I needed for Christmas."
"I gave you the first one."
"I know," she said. "I always knew."
Snape had no idea what had happened, but his daughter's distraught face told him it couldn't be good. She looked shattered, broken, visibly worse than the last time... So, with nothing else on his mind, and without asking permission, he went over to hug her. Pansy began to sob against his chest, but this time she felt a small part of her pain being released with the embrace.
Soon she found herself resting her head on the pillow, covered up to her neck with blankets and closing her eyes wearily. Never before had this bed felt so comfortable. Someday she would lie there with dry eyes and a dry face. Maybe tomorrow.
For now, tonight, she let herself go.
Five years.
Draco savoured the aroma of his coffee for a moment before opening the newspaper that morning. There was a photo of his friend on the front page, but that wasn't a surprise. He took the first sip of the dark liquid and began to read.
ONE YEAR SINCE THE ARRANGED MARRIAGE LAW WAS REPEALED.
Miss Parkinson's victory transcends borders and encourages other countries to take notice.
LONDON: Opponents of the medieval law are in luck as the Ministry celebrates the first year free of arranged marriages between pure-blood families. The young witch (once engaged to her childhood friend, Mr Draco Malfoy) stunned the entire magical community with the relentless battle she waged with just a handful of sympathisers. No one imagined that her efforts to change such an ancient law would bear fruit, but her unwavering determination and assertiveness led her to lead one of the largest protest groups our community has seen in a long time. And no one can deny that her emotional speeches were enough to change the minds of even the most hardened.
"I am not a bargaining chip in a profit-driven transaction," "As a strong and independent woman, I have the right to choose who I want to share my life with, just like anyone else in this situation," "This absurd law only brings sadness and misery to those affected. Do we really want loveless marriages to continue to bring children into the world?" were some of her most iconic phrases during the struggle.
But let us not forget the emotional statement Malfoy made to this newspaper during one of her marches against the law: "If I support it? Of course I support it. Pansy and I went through very difficult times because of the contract our parents made when we were born. There came a time when I thought there was no way out, that there was no alternative... that I was obliged to marry her, whether I was in love with someone else or not. But she never lost hope that she would find a way to stop it. I still don't know how she did it, but she managed to stop it in time. Now we're friends, best friends in fact, and that's the way it should have always been. That's the way it should be, people deciding their own lives."
The article went on for another two pages, but Draco had read enough. He closed the paper and pushed it aside as he finished his coffee. Hermione rushed into the kitchen at that moment, tying her hair into what she thought would be a perfect bun, but her hands fell to one side when she realised Draco had already made breakfast. She approached where he was sitting and leaned down to kiss him on the lips.
"Thank you," she said before sitting down in front of him. She took a sip of juice and started to cut pancakes from her plate.
"You're welcome," he replied. "After all, it was my fault you went to bed late last night."
Draco winked at her and she chuckled softly. That wouldn't change, she was sure, even if another hundred years passed. Their passion and desire hadn't diminished at all since the first time, so she liked to think it would be like that for the rest of her life... or at least she hoped it would.
Hermione was absentmindedly chewing on her breakfast when her eyes landed on the front page of the newspaper. She swallowed in one go and pointed at it with her finger.
"I suggested to Harry that we throw you a surprise party to celebrate," she confessed casually.
"And if it's a surprise, why are you telling me?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Because we're not going to do it after all... Harry had other plans today."
"Stupid Potter," the Slytherin grumbled.
"He's got something better prepared for Pansy..." Hermione forced herself to tone down her enthusiasm; she didn't want it to be known that something big was going to happen that day. "Don't you dare say anything. If Harry doesn't kill you, I will," she warned.
Draco raised his hands to show he was unarmed and Hermione gave him a little kick under the table.
"Well, I'm off," he said, getting up and kissing her again. "You know how Pansy gets when I'm late."
They both said goodbye and Draco disappeared. Hermione finished the last piece of pancake, grabbed her briefcase and disapparated immediately to the Ministry, specifically the Department of International Magical Cooperation.
The morning proved to be more than productive; she finished the report her boss had given her a few days earlier, attended an important meeting and gave several instructions to her subordinates, helping them to resolve doubts and fulfil their duties.
She had planned to leave early to help Harry, so she went straight to the Department of Magical Accidents and Disasters and knocked on the door of his office before entering. It was time to finalise details before getting down to work.
Pansy meticulously arranged the small figurines of famous Slytherin people in the display case. Draco had ordered them a week ago and they had just arrived that afternoon, so as soon as she had updated the inventory, she set about placing them in a visible spot.
She loved this place; more than a job, it felt like a break from her worries. Sometimes she even surprised herself by staying longer than necessary, looking after customers or thinking about what other products they could offer.
She looked around. Green and silver notebooks, exclusive robes with the house crest hand-stitched on the chest, snake-shaped brooches... no wonder the shop she and Draco had built from scratch was called 'Slytherin Pride'... and she was proud of it, to be honest. She had invested her remaining savings in this project and it had been a success in every way. Not only had she recouped her investment, but she had exceeded it by a wide margin in the first quarter they had been open.
Her mother had kept her promise to leave her without an inheritance, but Snape's help had been crucial to Pansy's recovery, not only financially but emotionally as well. Now she lived with Harry, but until three years ago she had lived with her biological father. Thanks to this, rumours of her mother's infidelity had spread, though it was something that had simply remained in the air: some believed the rumours to be true, others did not.
It didn't affect Pansy at all, but she had heard that her mother hadn't left the house for months. She hadn't seen her since, but fortunately she was living much more peacefully now.
The sound of the little bell above the door brought her back to reality. She painted a broad smile on her face and looked up to greet her customer, although it turned out to be no ordinary customer.
"A Gryffindor in my shop? What a scandal!" she joked as she approached.
"I go to bed with a Slytherin every night; don't think that intimidates me," Hermione laughed. "I came to congratulate you, you know, on the first anniversary of the repeal of that stupid law."
"You're like the fifth person to drop by for that," Pansy said, though her voice sounded happy. "Thanks, it was the biggest personal triumph of my life."
"I know," Hermione said, touching a snake-shaped key ring with her fingers, which moved uncomfortably at her touch. "But I'm not just anyone, my friend. I'm not just here to congratulate you."
"What do you mean?"
"I'm here to get you out of here. That deserves to be celebrated, don't you think?"
"Celebrated?" she repeated suspiciously. "Since when do you like parties?"
"Oh, I still don't like them... But maybe we could go shopping, maybe have dinner afterwards..."
"You hate shopping," Pansy scolded.
"But it's not my special day, it's yours," the brunette defended. "What do you say, are you coming or not?"
Pansy thought for a moment but then turned to the counter and called out, "Draco!"
"What?" came from the storeroom.
"Your lover's here, says she's taking me shopping!"
Hermione saw her boyfriend return to the front of the shop in an instant. He shook hands and gave her a charming smile. Hermione returned it as she approached, and he kissed her on the lips, lifting her a few inches off the ground. The exuberance of their greeting was because they hadn't seen each other since that morning, and the truth was that neither of them could bear to be apart for so long... but on this day they could wait.
"So are you leaving?" he wanted to know.
"Looks like it," the Slytherin commented. "Hermione's right, it's my special day. I deserve to be spoilt, even if it's me who buys whatever I fancy," she laughed. "Would you mind looking after the shop?"
"We're closing in an hour anyway," he looked at them from time to time. Sometimes he was still surprised by this friendship that had appeared out of nowhere, but then he remembered that his life was good with both of them, and it felt right. "Have fun."
The three said goodbye and the friends left the shop. Pansy took a deep breath and put her bag on her shoulder.
"Thanks for this," she said. "Harry didn't remember."
"Didn't he?" Hermione feigned surprise, which was quite convincing for her. "I saw him at the Ministry today. He's recently been promoted, he's quite stressed with work."
"I know, he works more than he should."
Unlike a few years ago, Pansy didn't even seem upset that Harry hadn't congratulated her. She had grown so much as a person that, although she still had her Slytherin sarcastic moments sometimes, it was clear that she had matured.
Hermione took her to all her favourite shops, insisting more than necessary that she buy a sequined dress that she had liked so much in the last one. Pansy didn't need to be told a third time to be convinced, but it was a bit odd that Hermione insisted on her trying it on. The same happened with a pair of beautiful high heels they had seen in a shop window.
"Now let's make you beautiful," she said, and to their surprise she stopped in front of a hairdressing salon and held the door open for them to enter.
"What are you up to?" Pansy asked, a little more suspicious than at first. "You didn't tell me you had it all planned."
"Why do you say that? I've only organised all this because I know you like it. Come on, don't spoil the surprise."
"Is there a surprise?"
"Of course, it's your special day."
Pansy decided to settle for that answer and sat comfortably in the chair while several witches styled her hair, applied make-up and painted her nails. She lost track of time, but by the time they were finished, she realised it was well into the evening. Her nails sparkled like never before, her smoky eyes added depth to her gaze, and her red lips contrasted with her black dress. Her hair had also been styled so elegantly that she only stopped admiring her reflection in the mirror when Hermione pulled her out of the shop.
"What's the surprise? For getting me dressed like this, I expect nothing less than a reserved seat in a trendy nightclub."
"Well, it's not that... but I think you'll like what I've prepared. Are you ready to disappear? I warn you, we're going far."
"How far...?"
Hermione didn't give her time to finish; she just took her hand and made her vanish into thin air. Pansy didn't know how long it had taken, but she could have sworn it was at least five minutes... and considering most disappearances only lasted a few seconds, they must be far away indeed. She had to catch her breath when they finally landed, although Hermione seemed completely fresh.
"We've arrived!" she exclaimed.
Pansy looked around. They were in an enclosed place, and although there were no windows, it looked elegant. A few floor vases in the corners, an immaculate carpet, marble floors... Hermione started to walk towards the receptionist when Pansy stopped her, grabbing her arm.
"Where have you taken me?"
She refused to answer, quickly letting go and walking over to the girl waiting behind the counter.
"A reservation under the name of Pansy Parkinson."
"Of course, please follow me," she said with exquisite manners, waving her wand to start the lift. She seemed to be moving quite quickly. "Excuse me for being presumptuous, but I saw in the Reservation that you are from England, are you not?" the girl commented without losing her manners. She seemed to be moving quite quickly. "I have a cousin at Hogwarts; I remember her house was Slytherin."
"So was mine," Pansy replied. She started to open her mouth again to ask where on earth they were, but the girl spoke again.
"How nice. The equivalent house here would be the one founded by Sivillino Souple, which I actually attended until last year."
The lift made a sound and stopped gently, the doors opening immediately.
What Pansy saw next was something she wouldn't have expected in a thousand years. Under the powerful light of the moon and stars, the majesty of the Eiffel Tower rose before her. Harry was waiting for her at a small round table, elegantly dressed in a suit jacket and loafers.
"A waiter will be with you shortly. Enjoy your meal," the girl said as she took a step forward, closing the lift behind her.
Harry held out his hand and Pansy walked over to put hers on top. She was shaking, but he was shaking even more.
"What's all this?" she asked in a whisper.
"It's the least you deserve," Harry whispered, intertwining his fingers with hers. "You look beautiful tonight."
She rested her head against his chest as she looked up at the Tower from the nearby rooftop. The light breeze that was blowing caused a small strand of hair to come loose from her updo and sway with the wind.
"I can't believe you organised all this... or worse, that Hermione could fool me so easily."
Harry smiled and rested his cheek on her head.
"I couldn't have done it without her."
They both concentrated on enjoying this intimate moment, but suddenly a waiter with a more pronounced accent burst onto the scene, clearing his throat a bit to get their attention. Harry and she looked at each other, smiled and then sat down at the table. The stars were silent witnesses to what was to be the most romantic night of their lives. They laughed, kissed, enjoyed an exquisite French meal... and finally got up to lean against the balustrade and admire the bustling streets of Paris from above. It was like being in a dream from which they didn't want to wake up.
"I'm sorry I thought you hadn't remembered," she apologised in a whisper.
"I'm sorry for making you think that," Harry took a deep breath and turned her a little so that she was right in front of him, "a year ago you achieved what you set out to do a long time ago," he began to say, his voice stuttering a few times with nervousness. He tucked a rebellious strand of hair behind her ear and continued. "You are the most special and strong woman I know, the only one who has managed to make me happy every day. Now that you are completely free to decide the course of your life..." Pansy watched in amazement as he took something out of the inside pocket of his jacket, but what made her heart start pounding was when he got down on one knee in front of her. He carefully opened the small box, revealing a thin silver ring with a gem on top. "Would you do me the extraordinary honour of marrying me?"
Pansy held her breath and raised both hands to her lips in surprise. Now she wasn't quite sure if this was reality or a dream. Either way, real or dream, she was sure of one thing. She removed her fingers from her mouth and looked at the boy, who was waiting anxiously for an answer.
"Yes," she replied, getting a little more excited at that momento. "Yes, yes, and a thousand times yes!"
Five years and one month later
Hermione had lost count of how many hours they had been sitting around that small table. It had been non-stop for the past month, with many decisions to be made, but also with a lot of stress. How would the invitations look like? Where would the wedding take place? What hairdo should the bride have?
That day, they had gathered to choose the floral motifs that would adorn the tables at the reception.
"I like the white ones," the girl said, pointing to one of the photos in the Muggle book entitled "How to Organise a Wedding and Not Die Trying".
"Don't be boring, the tablecloths and cutlery are already white," Pansy interjected. "We should add some colour."
Both girls and the groom leaned in again to compare more photos, but Draco interrupted them by reappearing in the room. Three elongated glasses floated next to him.
"Champagne for everyone," he said, raising his glass and waving his wand to make the others fly to his friend, her fiancé and his girlfriend.
"Oh wow, I thought your gentlemanliness was exclusively for your girlfriend" his friend said.
"I realised we haven't had a toast since you announced your engagement," he said casually. "Cheers."
The four of them smiled and took a few sips from the deliciousness of the fizzy liquid.
"By the way, Potter... Who has the silkiest, shiniest hair of our generation at Hogwarts?"
"You do," the boy replied hastily, looking rather alarmed.
Draco burst out laughing, echoing through the room.
"Veritaserum," he announced. "If you're going to force me to be here day in and day out, at least let's make it something fun."
"Wait, did you put truth serum in the drinks?" Hermione asked, more like an exclamation.
"Of course, in yours and mine," Draco finished his drink in one gulp and shrugged, still smiling. "These meetings are killing me with boredom. I needed some action."
They looked at each other in amazement at his revelation, but Potter was the first to break the silence, addressing his friend almost urgently.
"What do you like about that bloody idiot?" he asked irritably.
"His great..." Hermione covered her mouth in time, but couldn't stop the word from escaping her lips unintentionally. Her cheeks turned so red that she felt an unpleasant burning sensation inside. "You didn't hear that, did you?"
"Yes," all three said in unison. Pansy laughed too.
"What a fun game! My turn, now it's my turn!" She thought for a few seconds, but soon looked at her fiancé mischievously. "Do you really like the details I've chosen for the guests?"
"I find them appalling."
Pansy stifled a scream.
"You said you liked them! Why are you lying to me?"
"Because you're not taking my opinion into account!" Harry complained. "Am I lying?"
"No, it's true" Pansy commented, crossing her legs. The conversation felt so natural that Hermione wondered if their responses were still the effect of the Veritaserum or if they were actually speaking for themselves. "You two just don't have any taste in these things. And neither do you."
"So why do you want us here?" Draco asked, curious and amused.
"Because you make us coffee when we ask for it," Pansy looked at Hermione and gave her a subtle wink.
"Okay, I'm going to use the fact that your boyfriend put this in our drinks to clear up a doubt that's been in my head for years," Harry announced. "Why did you suddenly become best friends, just like that, overnight?"
"Because she offered me a deal."
"Because she accepted my deal."
They said at the same time. Draco frowned a little, confused.
"Wait, what deal?" he asked Hermione, who got up from her chair with the intention of leaving. However, her mouth continued to move despite her efforts to stop it.
"She would help me get you to notice me if I would help her get Harry to notice her," she said. Draco grabbed her just in time to stop her from running away. "Damn it."
The room fell silent for a while after this huge revelation.
"So none of this was casual?" Harry looked incredulous, but his fiancée couldn't stop laughing.
"None of it. We planned it all from the beginning."
The boys were silent again for what seemed like an eternity, but Slytherin's laughter became so infectious that even they started to laugh. Hermione let go as Draco planted a kiss on her head and pressed her a little closer to his body.
"You're a naughty girl; were you planning to hide it from me forever?"
"Yes," she replied firmly. "And I would have if you hadn't forced it out of me with Veritaserum."
This time all four of them laughed, laughed so much that none of them remembered there was a wedding to plan. Draco and Harry even seemed to put aside their personal differences for the moment.
And so, amidst laughter and more champagne, the girls continued to confess all the things that had brought them to where they were now... and they continued to do so even after the effects of the Veritaserum had completely worn off, not without exchanging a meaningful, triumphant look. They both knew that if they worked together, they could achieve anything. The question was: would these two make such a crazy deal again?
Yes, there was no use denying it. They would shake hands again, but this time with the knowledge that they could turn impossible challenges into achievable ones. And that was a huge incentive for both of them.
AN: This is the end of this story! Thank you so much if you read the whole thing :) I'm relieved now that I completed this story at last... it took me some time, I know.
This story has also another part, like a prequel, but I haven't decided yet if I'm going to translate it or not. But you can read it if you want, the title is "El último trato" and it's in my profile.
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