"Oh, Draco! This is amazing!" Maia gushed happily as she sauntered through Hogwarts' extensive library, the Hogwarts library. She hummed happily when she passed the restricted section, she doubted that there was anything more advanced than she could find at home.

"Oh! Excuse me!" A first year Ravenclaw exclaimed in terror when Maia ran into the child, not bothering to pay attention to her surroundings. Draco was only steps behind, glaring down at the small boy. Even outside of his death eater robes, the Malfoy heir was an intimidating wizard.

"No, excuse me! I wasn't paying attention to where I was going!" Maia blushed, bending down to help the blonde boy collect his fallen books and notes. Even though Narcissa and Draco would scold her for it, she was just so excited to meet people and see the legendary Hogwarts library. It was not long after she was finally allowed to come home to England that her husband had arranged with the headmaster for her to be given a tour.

"Th-thank you!" The Ravenclaw boy stuttered, anxiously looking between her warm smile and the scowling blond man behind her.

"You're welcome. My name is Maia Malfoy, pleased to meet you. I'm 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, looking around at the shelves full of knowledge. Andrew smiled brightly at the pretty witch 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. One look from him sent them scurrying away studying their shoes.

"Oh, well it was lovely to meet you, Andrew! Study hard!" Maia waved cheerily while she was hurriedly led from the library. It was a bit disappointing not to spend more time getting lost in the isles of books. However, she knew that they technically had no reason to be there during the school year. It was only Serverus' favor that allowed them to roam without an escort.

"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 when 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 transfigure 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, running his hands up her thighs, any thoughts of her wardrobe left her as her husband pushed her into the wall and claimed her mouth again.


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 he made mistakes, she would always ensure that he wasn't alone. Not with her by his side.

Without Hermione there to motivate the pair and cool Ron's temper, Harry was left alone in the hunt for horcruxes after only two months. 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, slamming the front door and waking Sirius' Mother in her frame.

It was easy to ignore her shrieks after years of living in the decrepit house. 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. Ron slapped a copy of The Prophet down on the table, sneering in disgust.

"Who?" Harry asked absently with a frown, scribbling diligently on the parchment. It was all nonsense, anything not to have to engage with people of The Order.

"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 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, reaching 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, flushing and embarrassed that he was so alone.

"Sorry, mate." Ron grimaced and looked back down at the table, unconsciously pulling The Prophet closer to examine the smiling witch. "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 in frustration, he was awful at arithmancy. If only he had listened to Hermione in school maybe he could understand the predictions and spell breakdowns. They needed to find counter curses for all the new spell work death eaters were using.

"Blimey, mate. How long has it been?" Ron asked, his face a mask of horror. He remembered Harry telling him that over six months ago.

"You really don't want to know." Harry shook his head quickly, his shoulders curving forward to make himself as small as possible.

"Ginny?!" Ron exclaimed loudly, Harry only rolled his eyes and minutely nodded his head. The redhead looked up at him with a remorseful expression. "Still can't believe she did that."

"Yeah, well can't expect her to wait around forever, yeah?" Harry waved a hand dismissively as he poured another drink.

When they initially broke up at the end of sixth year, they were both under the assumption the war would be over quickly and they would get back together. Those few weeks they were together still felt like a dream that wasn't his. She was the only one beside Hermione who could make him feel like a normal wizard, not the chosen one. At first there were longing looks and even stolen kisses when they met after Order meetings. Those quickly became a thing of the past.

"But a Slytherin?" Ron sneered derisively, making quick work of one of the last bottles of fire whiskey he had in the house. The Blacks once had an impressive collection but between Sirius' imprisonment and his newest hobby, they were quickly dwindling. "And to elope, Mum still can't believe it!"

"Well, she did wait almost two years." Harry sat back uncomfortably, counting in his head to calm himself. No matter how much he wanted Ginny to be with him, she was much safer with her husband. "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, finishing off the bottle and unceremoniously tossing it in the bin.

"I thought you moved on? You weren't even dating and she could still be out there." Harry said gently, knowing it was a delicate subject for his friend, 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, throwing back his drink. He let out a sigh of satisfaction before rummaging glancing mournfully at the empty glass.

"I'm not saying that! I'm just saying that you've shagged quite a few witches in the last few years, I thought you were over her." Harry said quickly, raising his hands in surrender. He kept his own glass close, wanting to savor what could be his last drink for a while.

"I'm sorry...it's just Malfoy is bloody married!" Ron grunted unhappily, toying with his empty glass.

"Where did you hear that from anyway?" Harry asked, glad to steer the conversation away from 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 looked down at the smiling face of the witch who married Malfoy. She was beautiful, in that polished way prissy pureblood girls usually were. However, there was something about the way she threw her head back when she laughed at something Headmaster Snape said to her. Malfoy was stone statue beside her with a possessive hand on her waist.

"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.


"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, Tonks and just a few more recent recruits Harry had not bothered to learn the names of.

"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 shoulders slumped in defeat, meeting the eyes of the last resistance of 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, clutching a rolled up copy of The Daily Prophet. "Draco Malfoy apparently got married..."

"What? Sending him a wedding gift 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 is an outlier 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 Lady 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. All that had been left had been blood, everything from the floors to ceiling of every room drenched in a thick layer of blood.

"So, we somehow talk this Lady Malfoy into divulging secrets of her husband?" Remus cleared his throat uncomfortably, smoothing out the newspaper in hand. The front cover had a picture of the new lady opening a magical creature reserve. Bought and paid for by Malfoy galleons but it boasted that they would have stricter guidelines to ensure the safety of their creatures. There were even hints of sanctuary for werewolves in the future, open, warded land for them to shift since the Wolfsbane potion was so expensive.

"If we get the chance to snatch the lass, we will. Now any news on the horcrux front?" Moody grunted, quickly changing the subject but not before casting a sneer at the paper.

"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. It was the same information he had been repeating for months since they lost Hogwarts completely.

"If only we had a spy!" Remus exclaimed with false cheeriness, making the order members groan.


"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 Lady 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 frown marred his face as he took in one of the most feared death eaters actually smiling down at the curly headed woman. Draco Malfoy had never smiled like that in all the time he had seen him in school. The Slytherin smirked or there was a cruel edge to his mean grin, nothing like the tenderness shown in the moving photo.

"She doesn't look like a dark witch." Harry said thoughtfully as he sat back in his chair at the burrow. He rarely got to spend much time outside of the safety of Grimmauld Place after Moody recast the fidelius.

"Are you looking at the princess of all things sweet and nice on the front page?" Ginny smirked as she sat down beside him. He couldn't help but twitch, even after all the years since they dated for all of a month, he still wanted to touch her.

"Not a fan of the new Mrs. Malfoy?" Harry asked curiously, taking a sip of his tea, he struggled at keeping his expression cool so as to not give away his lust for a married woman.

"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, tilting her head to the side in thought.

"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, doing nothing to hide his envy. Lady Malfoy was a gorgeous witch who was smiling up at her husband as if he had hung the very stars in the sky for her.

"Well, from what Blaise-" Ginny rolled her eyes as both Ron and Harry stiffened at the sound of her husband's 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, quickly swiping his wand to clean up the mess. "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 friend's name was mentioned. Harry couldn't help but feel his mood drop at the reminder that he could never openly speak about their missing friend.

"Maybe we should ask Malfoy why he used a muggle book for his inspiration for his darling wife?" Harry said with a sly smile, meeting Ginny's eyes expectantly but he was not rewarded with heat there once was. There was only a fondness and familiarity.

"Oh, Draco would love that! You know, after he ripped out your intestines and hanged you with them." Ginny openly laughed at both the boys losing all the color in their faces, Draco Malfoy was no longer the school bully. He was a dedicated death eater, a hardened killer.

"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. While she may slip the Order and her family supplies, she had promised her husband she would not fight.

"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 Draco 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..."