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Love, Lust, and Lies by Shadow00Kasey

Format: Novella
Chapters: 10
Word Count: 19,040

Rating: 15+
Warnings: Mild Language, Scenes of a Sexual Nature

Genres: Fluff, Romance, Angst
Characters: Harry, Ron, Hermione, Dumbledore, Draco, Fred/George, Ginny

First Published: 01/15/2005
Last Chapter: 02/25/2005
Last Updated: 02/25/2007


This lovely banner was made for me by my buddy Derek! What would you do if the person you wanted belonged to someone else? And what would you do if you fell in love WITH that person?

Chapter 1: In Another's Arms
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Draco opened his eyes and looked at the woman next to him. If anyone had told him that he'd wake up next to Hermione Granger a few years ago, he'd've killed them for just thinking it. Yet, here he was, in her bed. And not only that, he had his arms around her, holding her close. She'd changed dramatically since her years at Hogwarts. She'd developed very nicely. The change was like night and day. And Draco had fallen for her. He couldn't help it.

Lying here beside you
In someone else's bed.
Knowing what we're doing's wrong,
But better left unsaid.

He looked down at her hands, now entwined with his. Gold glinted back at him from her left hand, but no matching glint came from his own. Hermione was not his, and he had no right to be where he was. Draco smirked. Hermione'd apparently caught someone else's eye, too. The eye of the redheaded Weasel.

Your breathing sounds like screaming,
It's all that I can stand.
His ring is on your finger,
But my heart is in your hand.

~Well...he might be in her house...but I'm the one in her bed... ~ He brushed a lock of her hair behind her ear. ~God, she's beautiful... ~

Damned if you love me,
Damned if you don't.
It's getting harder holding on, but I can't let you go.
Damned if you don’t need me,
Damned if you do,
Oh, God, I wish it wasn't me standing in these shoes...

If his father found out about this...Draco knew he'd be dead. Literally. His father despised Muggles and Muggleborns, and Hermione especially. Draco had managed to convince Lucius that he, Draco, hated Hermione with a passion. And he almost had himself convinced. But then he saw her that day in Diagon Alley. And he was hooked. When that Weasel had kissed her, he almost hit him. But he knew that she wasn't his. That all changed a few months ago.

Hermione had contacted him out of the blue. Apparently, she'd seen him looking at her that day. And she had an offer for him; an offer he couldn't refuse. He'd responded to her need, and admitted his own. And he'd been with her ever since. She claimed that Ron didn't love her anymore, and that he, Draco, had really been the man she loved. Draco hadn't cared about any of that at the time. But now, oh, now that meant the world to him. He looked down at her again and he knew that he couldn't live without her, even if he tried.

A door slams like a shotgun,
You jump to your feet...

Hermione shifted and looked up at him. He smiled down at her and she smiled back. She opened her mouth to speak, but they heard a long BANG. She jumped up, eyes wide.

"Ron! He's home," she whispered. Grabbing some clothes, she quickly dressed, fixed her hair as best as she could, and crept downstairs. Knowing the consequences of getting caught, Draco quickly dressed and hid in the closet.

It's just the wind that's blowing through
Those secrets that we keep.

When Hermione got to the living room, she was surprised to see that it was empty. She glanced near the door and didn't see Ron's shoes there. This confused her--Ron never failed to take off his shoes as soon as he got home. Quickly, she ran from room to room, but Ron was nowhere to be found. She turned and headed back to the bedroom.

Draco heard her open the door and he came out of the closet. She faced him.

"He's not here," she murmured.

Draco reached under the bed for his shoes. "I should go."

She nodded wordlessly. He stood up and embraced her. Closing his eyes, he allowed himself to bask in the feeling of her arms around him...

Made me want to want ya...
God knows I need to need ya.
By the time this love is over,
I'll be sleeping on the street....

He stepped back and with a pop, he Disapparated.

Damned if you love me,
Damned if you don't.
It's getting harder holding on, but I can't let you go.
Damned if you don’t need me,
Damned if you do,
Oh, God, I wish it wasn't me standing in these shoes...

Draco appeared in his own bedroom. He sat on his bed and buried his face in his hands. He knew that he shouldn't be doing what he was doing, but he couldn't stop. It was his addiction. Hermione was his drug, and he couldn't get enough.

Why don't you talk to me?

Hermione sat on her bed for a moment. She pulled out a piece of parchment and some ink. Dipping her quill, she began to write. When she finished, she rolled it up and sealed it, then walked across the room to Pig's cage. She knew that if Ron discovered what she was about to do that she'd never be able to explain herself. Hands trembling, she gave the letter to the owl and whispered, "Take this to Draco."

Cause I'm too blind to see...

Draco read over the letter over and over, memorizing every word. Then, he ripped it up and threw it into the fire. He and Hermione had sent other letters before, both asking the other to stop asking, both begging to be set free...

Why won't you look at me?

Hermione waited patiently for Draco's reply. She knew what it would be. He would say that he'd leave her to her husband and that he'd never contact her again. But she also knew that neither of them would be able to go through with it. Sooner or later, one would break and ask for it again. She picked up a mirror that he'd given her and whispered her lover's name.

Draco glanced over at the mirror on the table. He'd given Hermione the other one when he'd confessed his love for her. He saw it glow, and he quickly covered it with a pillow. He couldn't see her now if he was going to finally let her go...

Cause I'm afraid to breathe...

Hermione saw the mirror glow, then return to its normal state. He'd refused to speak to her. Hermione felt a pang of disappointment, but she knew it was for the best. She was married to Ron; she shouldn't concern herself with his enemy. But deep in her heart, she longed for the other man's touch...

What do you want from me?

Draco paced down the hallway and back. It had been three days since he'd seen Hermione, and it was killing him. He'd gone longer without seeing her before, but it wasn't like this. He hadn't eaten. Visions of her invaded his dreams and robbed him of sleep. He looked in the mirror on his dresser. He looked like a wreck. He sighed and sat down at his desk. Hermione's smile greeted him from a picture frame. He stared at it for a moment, then grabbed a piece of parchment. Quickly, he wrote, "Monday, 3:00" and gave it to his owl.

All that I can stand...

Hermione jumped when she saw Draco's owl. She took the letter, fed the owl a treat, and sent him on his way. She opened it. Then, she closed her eyes and thought. Ron was away on business, as always, and he wouldn't be home until next Thursday. She nodded to herself, then tossed the note into the fire nearby. She'd tell him that this would be the last time...and this time, she wouldn't be lying...

The lies are on my tongue...
And I can't go back,
I know my soul is

Monday came around and Draco was sitting in the Leaky Cauldron. They always met here. He heard the door open and looked over casually. ~Damn it! ~ In walked the one person he despised more than anything--Harry Potter. Draco suppressed a gasp of shock when he saw Hermione follow him in. Harry caught him staring and glared.

"What's the matter, Malfoy? Pansy didn't give you any last night?"

Draco's face turned red. "I guess not, seeing as she's been with you the past few weeks, Potter," he retorted. Harry's face turned so red that Draco thought it would simply burst. Hermione stepped in.

"Come on, Harry. He's not worth it." She grabbed his arm and led him to a table in the corner, away from Draco.

Don't worry,
I ain't gonna call you,
Or hear you say my name.
And if you see me on the streets,
Don't wave--just walk away.
Our lives are getting twisted,
Let's keep our stories straight.
The more that I resist it,
My temptation turns to fate.

A few hours later, they lay together in her bed. Draco had his arms around her, and she slept peacefully on his chest. He held her as close as he could. He knew now that he could not live without being able to hold her like this. He didn’t know what he'd do when he moved away...

Damned if you love me,
Damned if you don't.
It's getting harder holding on, but I can't let you go.
Damned if you don’t need me,
Damned if you do,
Oh, God, I wish it wasn't me standing in these shoes...

He carefully slipped out from beneath her sleeping form and dressed. He'd be gone before she woke up. Draco knew that she didn't want things to be complicated, and he respected that. He leaned over her and kissed her forehead lightly, then he Disapparated.


Damned if you love me,
Damned if you don't.
It's getting harder holding on, but I can't let you go.
Damned if you don’t need me,
Damned if you do,
Oh, God, I wish it wasn't me standing in these shoes...
Oh, Damned...
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah!

Oh, Damned...

Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah yow!

Chapter 2: Always...
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DISCLAIMER:: I do NOT own these characters. They belong exclusively to J. K. Rowling. The song does not belong to me, either. It's "Always" by Bon Jovi.

Draco looked around. He knew he only had a few hours before his resolve broke. He waved his wand and packed everything as quickly as he could. Then, he Flooed to the Leaky Cauldron. Draco paid the man for his room, then carried his things upstairs. He sat on the bed for a moment to gather his thoughts. Immediately, they shifted to Hermione.

This Romeo is bleeding
But you can't see his blood
It's nothing but some feelings
That this old dog kicked up

Draco cursed his weakness. How could he have let her get to him like that? He was a Malfoy, after all, and she was…she was perfect. He buried his face in his hands. He had known that he’d have to leave sooner or later, for both their sakes. But he couldn’t shake the feeling that he’d done something terribly wrong.

It's been raining since you left me
Now I'm drowning in the flood

It had been almost a week since he’d left. Draco looked like a mess. He hadn’t bothered to shave or shower; he had no one to impress. He’d left the woman he loved because she wasn’t his. The thought never even entered his mind to go out and try to love again.

He was sitting at a corner table, drinking his morning coffee, trying as hard as he could to keep his mind off the brown-haired goddess who had stolen his heart.

“Hey! Malfoy!” Draco looked up indifferently. There stood the last person he wanted to see--Harry Potter. Draco couldn’t even muster up the strength to put on his trademark smirk. He merely sighed, awaiting the biting remarks that were sure to come.

“Geez, Malfoy, you look like hell. Is Parkinson starving you now, too?” the raven-haired boy sneered. Harry was surprised when Draco didn’t return the insult. Indeed, he acted as though he didn’t even hear the remark. Draco was too depressed to care.

You see I've always been a fighter
But without you I give up

Back up in his room, Draco sat, a blank sheet of parchment in front of him. A bottle of ink sat next to it. He was twirling a quill absently. He had planned to write a letter to Hermione, telling her that she needn’t worry about writing to him--he would not be returning. Instead he sat there, not sure of what he should say. He wanted to tell her how much he loved her, but he didn’t know how.

Now I can't sing a love song
Like the way it's meant to be
Well, I guess I'm not that good anymore
But baby, that's just me

Taken with sudden inspiration, he jotted down a few simple words. Then, he sealed it and gave it to his owl.

“Take this to Hermione. Don’t wait for a reply. And make sure that Weasel doesn’t get his filthy paws on it.”

I will love you, baby
And I'll be there forever and a day
I'll be there till the stars don't shine
Till the heavens burst and
The words don't rhyme
And I know when I die, you'll be on my mind
And I'll love you

Draco looked around his small room. The walls were bare. He hadn’t even opened his trunk yet. He was still fighting in his mind over whether or not he should move back home. Whether or not he should go back to her. He looked back to his trunk, sitting at the foot of his bed. He found himself drawn to the trunk, and before he knew it, he’d opened the lid and was holding a picture frame in his hand. It was a picture of Hermione. His Hermione. He’d begged her to let him take it the first night she came to his house. She was lying on his bed, wearing one of his button-down dress shirts and a grin. Her cheeks were slightly pink--she looked absolutely adorable. Looking down at the picture, Draco was drawn into her milk chocolate eyes. Even though it was only a picture, Hermione still got to him. Her voice beckoned to him from the back of his mind.

Now your pictures that you left behind
Are just memories of a different life
Some that made us laugh, some that made us cry
One that made you have to say goodbye

Draco lay on his bed, staring at the picture of his love. He fought back tears as he thought of all those nights he’d held her in his arms. He thought of how her smile always seemed to light up the room, how it always made him feel like nothing could go wrong. He thought of how her laughter sounded like rain on the window, like bells chiming softly. He thought of the way he’d run his fingers through her hair while she slept. He remembered the look of absolute innocence she’d give him when she first woke up in the morning.

He closed his eyes against the rising feeling of dread. Draco knew in his heart that he loved her, but he also knew that she was Weasley’s, not his. She would never be his, and that knowledge alone made him want to curl up and die. But the thought of hurting her with his death, and the hope that, somehow, some way, he’d see her again kept him from doing anything stupid.

God he loved her.

What I'd give to run my fingers through your hair
To touch your lips, to hold you near
When you say your prayers try to understand
I've made mistakes, I'm just a man

It was all he could do not to punch the wall. He wanted her so badly! And that Weasel, that redheaded sidekick to Boy Wonder, was the one who had her. And why? Because Weasley had Saint Potter’s permission, because Weasley had known her for years, because Weasley was the one everyone said she was destined to be with. And he, Draco Malfoy, was ignored. No, he was more than ignored. He was shunned outright. All because of his asshole father. Simply because Scarhead didn’t approve of him. What did he know, anyway? Mr. I’m-so-perfect-that-everyone-should-kiss-my-ass. Just the thought of Potter made Draco’s stomach turn. Because thinking of Potter made him think of the Weasel.

That Weasel. That filthy Weasel had his hands on Hermione. On his Hermione. The thought of that…that…thing’s hands on Hermione’s flawless, ivory skin made Draco’s blood boil. He didn’t deserve her! If only she knew...if only Draco had told her how he felt…but now it was too late.

When he holds you close, when he pulls you near
When he says the words you've been needing to hear
I'll wish I was him 'cause those words are mine
To say to you till the end of time

Yeah, I will love you baby
And I'll be there forever and a day

Draco sat on his bed and stared at her picture. He trailed his fingers lightly over the glass of the frame, tracing the delicate cheekbones of her beautiful face. He would do anything for her. If she’d asked him to run away with her, he would. If she asked him to kill himself, if she told him that that would make her happy, he would gladly have taken his own life. And she was completely unaware of his feelings…

If you told me to cry for you
I could
If you told me to die for you
I would
Take a look at my face
There's no price I won't pay
To say these words to you

He lay on his bed and stared at the ceiling. It had to be somewhere around midnight, but he couldn’t sleep. Thoughts of his lost love kept him awake. He sat up straight in bed. He had to see her. He had to see her one last time. Quickly, he reached for his clothes. As he dressed, a plan formed in his mind. He would tell her. He would finally tell her how he felt, how much he cared for her. And then, he’d let her choose. If she still chose Weasley, then Draco would leave, and he’d never see or speak to her again. But if she chose him, oh, Draco’s heart raced at the possibility. With her, he could, no, he would be happy. He would be truly happy.

Well, there ain't no luck
In these loaded dice
But baby if you give me just one more try
We can pack up our old dreams
And our old lives
We'll find a place where the sun still shines

He looked one last time in the mirror. He looked more like the Draco Malfoy that he knew, the one that Hermione would recognize. Taking a deep breath, he summoned up every ounce of courage in his body. And, with a loud *pop*, he was gone.

And I will love you, baby
And I'll be there forever and a day
I'll be there till the stars don't shine
Till the heavens burst and
The words don't rhyme
And I know when I die, you'll be on my mind
And I'll love you

Chapter 3: Letting Go
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DISCLAIMER:: I do NOT own these characters. They belong exclusively to the great J. K. Rowling. The song I used is Don Henley's "Sometimes Love Just Ain't Enough."

Hermione sat on her bed and faced the wall. It had been five days since she’d last seen Draco, and she knew it was for the best. But that didn’t ease her pain. She heard the door open and a familiar voice call,

“’Mione! I’m home, sweetheart!”

She conjured up a smile and headed down to greet her husband. Ron Weasley had changed from his days at Hogwarts. They all had. He looked a lot like his father did, and Hermione couldn’t help but wonder if she resembled Mrs. Weasley. Ron looked at her with such love that it hurt her.

Wrapping her in his warm embrace, he spun her around. “Oh, how I’ve missed you!” He planted a kiss on her lips. A warm, gentle kiss, not hot and fiery like Draco’s were. ~Stop that! Ron is my husband, not Malfoy! ~ She swallowed against the lump in her throat when she looked into Ron’s bright blue eyes, eyes just bursting with love. Love for her. She couldn’t stand hurting him like she was. She couldn’t stand doing that behind his back.

She knew what she had to do.

I don’t wanna lose you,
I don’t wanna use you
Just to have somebody by my side

Later on, Ron was sitting on his favorite easy chair, reading the Daily Prophet. Hermione had told him that she had a headache and headed up to bed. She sat at her vanity and looked in the mirror. As she did, she pictured Draco standing behind her, with his hands on her shoulders. She could almost feel his lips on her ear, and hear him whispering the things she longed to hear from him. She knew that she cared for him. Yes, she cared about Ron, no doubt about that. But it wasn’t the same. Ron was, and always would be, a very good friend. He had never exactly swept her off her feet. Yes, he was sweet, and yes he was kind, and yes, he loved her. But she didn’t feel it in her heart.

Carefully, she turned the mirror to expose the hidden shelf behind it. She took out a picture. It was one of Draco. She’d taken it while he was sleeping. He’d looked so peaceful, his pale blonde hair draped over his face and his eyes closed. She hadn’t been able to resist just one picture. He probably didn’t even know she had it.

But that didn’t matter anymore. Sighing, she put the picture back on the shelf and returned the mirror to its normal position. She was tired of lying, tired of sneaking. But most of all, she was tired of pretending. She didn’t love Ron, not the way he deserved. Tears trickled down her cheeks, but she’d made up her mind.

She had to tell him.

And I don’t wanna hate you
I don’t wanna take you
But I don’t wanna be the one to cry

Hermione almost missed the owl. If it hadn’t pecked her on the back of her head, she wouldn’t’ve even known it was there. She whirled around and gasped in surprise. It was Draco’s owl! Hands shaking, she took the letter. The owl quickly flew out the window without waiting to see if she opened it or not. She stared at it for a moment, unsure of what she should do. Then, her curiosity got the better of her and she opened the letter.

~My dearest Hermione, ~

I have left. It’s better this way. You can live your life in peace, now.

I wish you only happiness.


That don’t really matter to anyone, anymore
But like a fool I keep losing my place
And I keep seeing you walk through that door

Hermione closed her eyes against the tears. She knew that he’d done it for her, to protect her from herself. But she was through with hiding. She had to end this with Ron. She couldn’t let him live believing that she loved him when she didn’t. Not the way he loved her.

She loved Draco. With all her heart, she loved Draco.

But there’s a danger in loving somebody too much
And it’s sad when you know it’s your heart you can’t trust
There’s a reason why people don’t stay where they are
Baby sometimes love just ain’t enough

Ron was dozing when she came down the stairs. Again, she debated her decision. Maybe it would be better if she just forgot about it. After all, he was a Malfoy…

Ron snorted in his sleep and disturbed her thoughts. ~No…I have to do this. ~

She dropped to her knees in front of him and shook him gently.

“Ron…Ron, dear, there’s something I need to tell you…”

Now I could never change you
I don’t wanna blame you
Baby you don’t have to take the fall

Ron held his head in his hands and fought back tears. This couldn’t be happening. This had to be a dream. His life, his world, his everything, was leaving. She didn’t love him. She probably had never loved him.

He felt so betrayed. How could she do this to him? Why hadn’t she said something sooner? He looked up at her, words of rage on the tip of his tongue. But one look into her eyes, also filled with tears, and the anger simply melted away. This was hurting her as much as it hurt him. It killed him to see her cry.

Ron took a deep breath.

“Are you sure this is what you want, Hermione?”

A single tear rolled down her cheek before she spoke. “This is what’s best, Ron. For the both of us. I don’t want to hurt you…”

“Jesus, Hermione, you already have!” Ron burst before he could control himself. Instantly, her tears spilled out and down her lovely ivory cheeks. Guilt filled him. “God, Hermione, I don’t want to make you cry…”

“I know, Ron. It’s not your fault. This is just the way it has to be.”

Yes I may have hurt you
But I did not desert you
Maybe I just wanna have it all
It makes a sound like thunder
It makes me feel like rain
And like a fool who will never see the truth
I keep thinking something’s gonna change

The next morning, Hermione had finished packing her things. Harry had offered to take her trunks to the Leaky Cauldron for her today, and she’d move in tomorrow. She sat on the bed and fiddled with her wedding band. Such a simple thing, yet it symbolized so much. She sighed and slid it off, as well as her engagement ring. Ron stood at the door. She handed them to him. He hugged her once, then with a *pop* he Disapparated.

But there’s a danger in loving somebody too much
And it’s sad when you know it’s your heart you can’t trust
There’s a reason why people don’t stay where they are
Baby sometimes love just ain’t enough

She looked up when she heard a *pop*. There, in her bedroom stood Draco Malfoy.

And there’s no way home
When it’s late at night and you’re all alone
Are there things that you wanted to say
Do you feel me beside you in your bed
There beside you where I used to lay

She ran into his arms and cried. Draco wrapped his strong arms around her and held her like he’d never hold her again.

“Hermione…oh, Hermione…there’s something I need to ask you…”

She looked up at him. His icy blue eyes were filled with love--love like Ron had, but stronger.

“Hermione, I love you. But I want you to be happy. If you really love Weasley, “ he struggled to say Ron’s name without insulting him, “then tell me and I’ll never bother you again.”

She put her finger to his lips to silence him. Then, she smiled up at him through her tears.

“I left him. Ron and I are through.” Draco’s eyes searched hers. Hope filled him; frantically, he grabbed her left hand. There were no rings. He smiled down at her, tears again filling his eyes. He laughed lightly and whirled her around.

“Oh, Hermione! I love you!”

“I love you too, Draco!” she giggled.

And there’s a danger in loving somebody too much
And it’s sad when you know it’s your heart they can’t touch.
There’s a reason why people don’t stay who they are
Cause baby sometimes love just ain’t enough.
Baby sometimes love just ain’t enough.

From down the hall, Ron watched with a heavy heart. He’d returned to say good-bye. He’d wanted to hold her, to kiss her, one last time. But she was with Malfoy. She’d left him for Malfoy. Ron’s head spun. How could she have done this? Did Harry know? When did she? What had happened to them?

For a moment, he wanted to rush in there and beat the living daylights out of that arrogant prat. But then he thought of Hermione. He’d seen how she’d looked at him. She’d never looked at Ron like that. And no matter how much he didn’t want to admit it…it looked as thought Hermione was in love with Malfoy. And there was nothing he could do about it.

Or was there?

Chapter 4: Accusations
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DISCLAIMER:: I do NOT own ANY of these characters. They are the property of the great J. K. Rowling. Also, the song is not mine. It is Savage Garden “Break Me.”

Ron paced his room hours after his wi- ex-wife left. He winced at the thought. He’d seen her with Malfoy, and he’d seen the way she’d looked at him, and how he looked at her. Any fool could see that they were in love. But that wasn’t the way it was supposed to be. Hermione was his, and Malfoy was the enemy. He remembered his first impression of Hermione. He thought she was a stuck-up know-it-all. Then came the incident with the mountain troll on Halloween. After that, the two of them and Harry were inseparable. He’d developed feelings for her over the years, as well. He’d thought that they’d be together forever. He was wrong.

I never thought I’d change my
opinion again
But you moved me in a way that I’ve
never known
You moved me in a way that I’ve
never known

How dare she do this to him!! How could she lie to him for so long? When did she stop loving him? Had she ever loved him? Was this all just a dream? Ron just could not bring himself to believe that Hermione had intentionally hurt him.

But he could not dismiss the fact that she left him for the blonde Ferret…

But straight away you just moved
into position again
You abused me in a way that I’ve
never known
You abused me in a way that I’ve
never known

Ron Weasley was always regarded as a coward. He’d flee from anything that he could get away from. But when someone insulted his friends or his family, he was sure to stand up and defend them. But when his family betrayed him to join the enemy…Ron was at a loss for what to do.

So break me shake me hate me
take me over
When the madness stops then you
will be alone
Just break me shake me hate me
take me over
When the madness stops then you
will be alone

Ron was out of options. He’d spent all day trying to decipher why Hermione would leave him, let alone leave him for that arrogant prat. Wait! Harry would know! Quickly, Ron Apparated to Harry’s flat.

So you’re the kind that deals with the
games in the mind
Well you confuse me in a way that
I’ve never known
You confuse me in a way that I’ve
never known

“What do you make of it, mate?” Ron asked anxiously. It had taken a little over an hour to tell Harry everything. When Ron had gotten to the part where Hermione had told him that she was leaving, he’d broken down in tears. It took Harry close to a half an hour to calm his friend down enough that he could speak.

Harry was sitting at his desk. “Dunno. The only think I can think of is that the git gave her an illegal Love potion. The question is, when did he do it? Hermione would never go to see him of her own free will. And I know she’d stay at the house while you were gone…” Harry looked up at Ron.

"Is there any way he could've broken into the house?"

Ron shook his head. "Not without me knowing. I have an alarm set so that if any magic was used on the house, everyone for five miles around would know about it."

“I just don’t know…” Harry sighed.

So break me shake me hate me
take me over
When the madness stops then you
will be alone
So won’t you break me shake me hate me
take me over
When the madness stops then you
will be alone

They heard a *pop* and they both looked up. Hermione stood in Harry’s hallway. Her eyes widened when she saw the look on their faces.

“What are you doing here?” Ron asked in a voice he didn’t recognize. He didn’t think he’d ever speak to Hermione with that much malice.

“H-Harry p-promised to help me move into my rooms…but he never came. I-I thought something happened to him,” she stammered, obviously taken off-guard. She looked so innocent that Ron almost doubted that he’d seen her in the arms of that Ferret less than an hour ago. But he couldn’t get the sound of their laughter out of his head…

She says, " I can help you, but what
do you say?"
'Cause it's not free baby, you have
to pay
You just keep me contemplating, that
your soul is slowly fading

Harry stood up. “C’mon, Hermione. I’ll help you get your things.” He looked back to Ron. “I’ll be right back, mate.” With a double *pop*, Ron’s two best friends were gone. For a moment, he just stood there. Then he realized what would happen.

Harry would confront Hermione about Draco. And Ron hadn’t wanted her to find out that he knew.

He sank to the floor slowly and buried his face in his hands.

What would he do without her?

God, don't you know that I live with a ton
of regret?
'Cause I used to move you in a way
that you've never known

“Hermione, are you alright?” Hermione looked up to see Harry looking at her. She could tell that he was trying to read her expression.

“Harry, I just told my husband of eight years that I don’t love him anymore. How do you think I feel?” Tears welled up in her chocolate brown eyes. Instantly, Harry felt guilty. He wrapped his arms around her.

“I’m sorry Hermione. I shouldn’t’ve asked that. But when Ron told me that he saw you with Draco…”

Hermione tensed up. Ron had seen her? With Draco? She jumped out of Harry’s embrace.

“What did you say?” she whispered.

Harry’s eyes opened wide. “N-nothing. Don’t worry about it, Hermione-“ But she was gone.

Ron jumped when he heard the *pop*. He looked up and was face-to-face with a pair of chocolate eyes. Very angry chocolate eyes.

“Ronald Weasley,” she whispered fiercely, “How dare you accuse me of cheating on you? And with DRACO of all people?!”

Ron jumped to his feet, his face hot. “What do you mean, ‘how dare I’? How dare you?! I saw you and him, all cuddled up in your bedroom. In our bedroom! When did this happen? Was it when I was gone for two weeks for work? Or maybe this has been going on for a while. Either way, it doesn’t matter. We are finished.”

“Yes, Ronald, we are finished.” Ron flinched at how she spat his name. “I didn’t want to hurt you. But it’s too late for sorry now. Good-bye, Ronald.”

And with a *pop* she was gone.

But then I accused you in a way that
you've never known
But you hurt me in a way that I've
never known...

Ron stood there, alone. He knew that he shouldn’t’ve blown up at her like that. But he’d let his temper get the better of him. He couldn’t believe that she’d accused him like that, as though she was completely innocent. He stared at where she’d stood not a moment ago. For an instant, he could feel the anger coursing through him.

Then he dropped to his knees and broke down in tears.

Break me shake me hate me
take me over
When the madness stops then you
will be alone
So won't you break me shake me
hate me take me over
When the madness stops then you
will be alone

When Hermione got back to her rooms in the Leaky Cauldron, she found her trunks on her bed and Harry gone. She assumed that he’d followed her to his flat and that he and Ron were even now plotting against her and Draco.

Draco. Her angry expression softened at the thought of her lover. At least he wouldn’t abandon her. At least, she hoped he wouldn’t….

She shook her head vehemently. No. Draco loved her, and she loved him. That was all that mattered.

Listen, baby
You'll be, you'll be alone

Break me shake me hate me take
me make me
Fake me break me shake me hate
me take me
Break me

Chapter 5: Questions, Answers, and Plans
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Harry stood in the doorway and looked at his redheaded friend. He knew how much Hermione meant to Ron, indeed, how much she meant to him as well. Hermione was the one who had kept him sane through everything--the loss of Sirius, when he’d finally come to terms with it; the battle with Voldemort a few years back; that fights he’d had with Ron over the years. The more he thought about it, Hermione was the glue that had kept the three of them friends for as long as they had been. It had been Hermione that had kept up the communication, it had been Hermione who’d gotten Harry his flat, and it had been Hermione that had suggested the weekend get-togethers so the three of them could hang out.

And now, it was Hermione that was making everything fall apart. Harry’s mind whirled. His two best friends had been married for the past eight years. And now, they weren’t even speaking. Ron was on the floor of his study, crying, and Hermione was God-knows-where. One thought kept running across his mind.

Hermione was seeing Draco.

He refused to believe it. Ron must’ve been seeing things. Hermione hated Draco, even more than he did. And the feeling was mutual. Seven years at Hogwarts had made that perfectly clear. But Ron had said that he’d seen the two of them. There was no way that he could’ve imagined something like that.

But Draco and Hermione…?

Ron looked up and saw Harry standing in the doorway. He composed himself as best as he could and stood up. Thankfully, Harry said nothing about what he’d seen.

“I can’t believe she’s really gone…”

Harry looked up at Ron, who had stood up and was now looking out the window.

“I just feel like this is some…dream, like this is a nightmare, and that soon I’ll wake up, and she’ll be in my arms, and none of this had happened,” he said sadly. He turned back to his friend. “But I know that I won’t…Harry,” he asked, “What did I do to make her leave?”

Harry shook his head. “I dunno. But there’s only one way to find out…”

When I woke up this morning
Wiped the sleep from my eyes
Found a new day dawning
And suddenly I realize
You're gone

Hermione sat in her room. She’d just finished unpacking her few belongings. She was holding the mirror that Draco’d given her. Whispering her lover’s name, the mirror glowed slightly, then she saw him. He smiled at her through the glassy surface.

“Hello, love.” His voice lacked the drawl that he was famous for. It had a happy tone, one that few were familiar with.

“Hello, Draco. I need to talk to you.”

“So talk.”

“Not like this…”

He nodded in understanding. “I’ll be right there.”

As his face faded away, Hermione heard a knock at her door. She bounced off her bed and practically skipped to the door. Grinning, she turned the knob, anticipating the look of love in his eyes when he saw her. Her heart fell when she saw Harry and Ron standing in her doorway. Quickly, she regained her composure.

“What do you want?” she asked, keeping her expression unreadable and her voice flat.

“We need to talk, ‘Mione,” Harry stated. Ron looked positively miserable.

Hermione was about to let them in when she remembered that Draco was meeting her there in only a few moments, thinking fast, she said, “Alright. I’ll meet you downstairs. I need to straighten up a few things, okay?”

Harry reluctantly agreed, and the two of them shuffled down the stairs. When they were out of earshot, Hermione breathed a sigh of relief. No sooner had they left than a familiar face turned the corner.

“Hello, love,” Draco smiled.

“Hello.” She stepped aside to allow him entry to her rooms. He sat on her bed and faced her expectantly. “What’s wrong?”

Hermione sighed and sat next to him. “I don’t know what to do. The divorce will be final in a few days, and I know I want to be with you, but…”

“But you’re not sure how Potter and Weasley will react to it,” he finished.

She nodded. “And to top it all off, Ron saw us.”

Draco’s eyes widened. “What do you mean? When?”

”Earlier today, when you came to see me. Harry mentioned it to me when he helped me move in.”

“What did you say to him?” the blonde man asked as a feeling of dread came over him. He was going to lose her…after all that, he would still lose her…

“I denied it outright. They should know better than that. They assume that we still hate each other.”

That made sense. Of course the Boy Wonder would think that. Considering how he’d always treated her in public…except for recently. After he’d fallen for her, he couldn’t stand the thought of hurting her. So instead of insulting her, he’d insult her company, blatantly ignoring her presence. That had eased his conscience a bit.

“But, Draco, I’m tired of lying. I’m tired of sneaking around. I want to be with you, but I don’t want to hide it, either.” Hermione sounded like she was on the verge of tears. “And to top it all off, Harry and Ron are downstairs. They said that they wanted to talk to me about something, and I can only guess what it is…”

Draco held her close for a moment, relishing the feel of her body against his. An idea popped into his head. “Hermione, we can do this.”

She looked up at him curiously. “How?”

He stared into her chocolate eyes. “We can still pretend to hate each other. Only for a few weeks. That way Potter and Weasley,” he spat their names,” wouldn’t suspect anything. Then, we can finally be together. I’ve waited this long for you, and I’ll be damned if I lose you again.”

Tell me I was dreaming
That you didn't leave me here to cry
You didn't say you don't love me anymore
And it was just my imagination telling lies
Tell me that you didn't say goodbye

Harry and Ron sat at a table, drinking butterbeer. Ron was on edge, and he kept drumming his fingers on the table. Harry knew better than to bring it to the other man’s attention, though. He kept looking to the stairs, waiting for Hermione. Everything seemed to move in slow motion. Both men were still in disbelief at the events that had occurred, and both were anxious to know one thing.

What had happened to Hermione?

I'm in a state of confusion
I hope things aren't what they seem

A few moments later, the petite brunette appeared at the top of the stairs. She quickly scanned the room, searching for her friends. Finding them, she walked over as calmly as she should. She sat down, and immediately was accosted by a waiter. She ordered a glass of water, then turned to her companions.

“What is this all about?”

Harry looked to Ron, who was staring at his hands. Then, the Boy-Who-Lived turned back to the former Mrs. Weasley. “Hermione, what happened? Why are you leaving Ron?”

Her eyes filled with tears, but she refused to cry. “Harry, “ she spoke slowly, “I don’t love him anymore. I’ve tried to love him like I used to, but I can’t, and it’s not fair to him. Ron deserves someone that can and will love him with all that she has.”

Ron looked up at her. “When did you know?” he whispered.

“A few months ago. I started seeing you as the close friend I had in Hogwarts, not as the loving husband that you are. I knew then that I did--and I still do--care about you, just not as deeply as a wife should care for her husband. As I said, that’s not fair to you. You deserve the best, you deserve a woman that will love you as much as you love her, and in the same way. I’m sorry, Ron, but I am not that person.”

If this is really happening
Just let me go back to dream
You're home

Ron closed his eyes in defeat. It was real. This was no dream. Hermione, his love, his foundation, his strength, his life was leaving him. And there was nothing he could do to stop her.


Tell me I was dreaming
That you didn't leave me here to cry
You didn't say you don't love me anymore
And it was just my imagination telling lies
Tell me that you didn't say goodbye

Hermione rose and hugged both of her friends one last time, then walked slowly back up to her room. It cut to her very soul to know that she’d hurt Ron as much as she had. But she knew that she’d’ve hurt him worse if she would have stayed with him and lied to him more than she already had. Only one thought protected her sanity.

In only a few weeks, she would be with the one she truly loved.

In a few weeks, she would be with Draco.

Tell me I was dreaming
That you didn't leave me here to cry
You didn't say you don't love me anymore
And it was just my imagination telling lies
Tell me that you didn't say goodbye

Ron sat down after he’d hugged Hermione one last time. He was still trying to process everything that had happened. Yesterday, he was coming home to his loving wife. Today, that loving wife told him that she didn’t love him after all, and now he was alone. Completely and utterly alone. Desperately, he searched for someone to blame. He knew now that it was not his fault that she was leaving, and he refused to blame Hermione. To him, she was perfect. But someone was at fault…

He straightened up and narrowed his eyes.

“Malfoy…” he hissed. Harry looked at him curiously. Ron turned to his friend. “This is all because of Malfoy.”

Harry stared at him for a moment. “Maybe we need to pay that arrogant prat a visit.”

Ron rubbed his hands together anxiously. Revenge was sweet.

Ron could already taste it.

Chapter 6: Confrontations and Realizations
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Ron paced the floor of Harry’s flat nervously. It had been 3 weeks since Hermione’d left him. He’d sold the house, gave her half the money, and moved in with Harry. He couldn’t bear being alone, and Harry was the person that he trusted the most. Harry was the one who was helping him with his plan. His very crazy, very illegal, plan.

He knew that Hermione would never fall in love with Malfoy willingly, and Ron was willing to bet that the Ferret had used a potion on his dear Hermione. And Ron was going to get her back.

Harry had agreed to get Malfoy’s current whereabouts while he was at the Ministry today. Ron fingered the small vial in his robes nervously. Today, he would get his answers. Today, he would get his revenge on Draco Malfoy.

Draco sat in his room at the Leaky Cauldron. He’d seen the look on the Weasel’s face after Hermione’d left, and he knew what it meant.

The Weasel knew.

Despite Hermione’s assurances otherwise, the blasted Weasel knew. And he was coming after Draco. Most likely with Saint Potter at his side. Honestly, the way they always were together, you’d think they were lovers. Draco shuddered at the images that flooded his head at the thought.

He sat on his bed and braced himself for the interrogation that was sure to come.

Harry Apparated into the room where Ron had been pacing and looked at him. The redhead nodded, and Harry said two words.

“Leaky Cauldron.”

With that, the two of them Disapparated.

They reappeared in front of the wizard tavern. They walked inside and over to Tom.

“’Ello, ‘Arry. Wha’ can I do fo’ ye?” The tavern keeper asked.

“Hello, Tom. I was just looking for a Mr. Malfoy. Do you know what room he’s in?”

“Tha' would be Room 13, Mr. Potter. Should I let 'im know tha' you’re 'ere?”

“No, thank you, Tom, we’ll be heading up now.”

Harry headed for the stairs, and Ron stayed close behind him. He noticed that Malfoy’s room was dangerously close to Hermione’s room. Ron had a sneaky suspicion that it wasn’t a coincidence. His grip tightened on the vial in his pocket. That sneaky little bastard…

Harry stopped in front of a large wooden door with ‘13’ emblazoned on it. He pounded his fist on the door. They heard footsteps, and Malfoy opened the door.

“What are you doing here?” he sneered. “I don’t believe you were invited.”

“Shove off, Malfoy. You know why we’re here,” Harry said as calmly as he could. Ron fought back the urge to jump on Malfoy and beat the living tar out of him.

“Oh, do I? Care to enlighten me?”

“What have you done to Hermione?!” Ron growled.

Draco’s expression changed from blatant anger to amused and insulted. “What would I want with your Mudblood wife?” Draco winced in his mind at the word, but kept a straight face in front of his enemies. He couldn’t let them know how much Hermione truly meant to him.

Harry punched Draco. The blond man took the hit stoically. He was doing this for Hermione…so she could be happy…

“Malfoy, this is the last time I’m going to ask you. What have you done to Hermione?” Harry’s voice had a dangerous undertone. Draco knew that if he lied again, that Harry would not hesitate to kill him. And he was not about to die. Not when Hermione was so close…

~Forgive me, my love…~

“Fine, Potter. Come in,” Draco said resignedly. He stepped aside to let a dumb-founded Harry and Ron into his room, then he shut the door. Crossing the room, he sat at his desk. “What do you want to know?”

You're throwin' around a lot of serious accusations
Ain't too hard to tell what you're insinuatin'

“Why were you in Ron’s house the other day?” Harry inquired.

Draco sighed. “I was going to talk to Hermione.”

“About what?” Ron asked suspiciously.

Draco refused to meet the redhead’s eyes. “I was going to tell her how I felt about her.”

“What are you talking about? You hate Hermione!” Harry exclaimed.

Draco laughed coldly and shook his head. “No, I don’t hate her…far from it. I used to, I’ll admit, but that changed a while ago.”

“What happened?”

“I saw her…in Diagon Alley…I didn’t even recognize her. She was stunningly beautiful…then I saw Weasley,” he spat. “And when I saw them kiss, I knew that I had no chance.”

“You had no chance with her, anyway, Malfoy!” Ron was furious. “She’d never fall for you!”

Draco’s eyes narrowed. “Why not, Weasley? Do you honestly think that you know her that well?”

“I’ve known her a lot longer than you have, Malfoy! And I know for a fact that she would never willingly go to the likes of you!!”

You think I'm the one who stole her away
And if not for me she'd still be yours today

“What are you playing at, Weasley?”

“Come off it, Draco! We know that you used a potion or something on her. We want her back,” Harry answered before Ron lost his temper completely and killed the little Ferret.

Draco looked shocked, but not surprised. Of course they would think that he’d done something to Hermione to make her fall for him against her will. And, of course, both would forget that no potion or spell could make her do something completely opposite of her true beliefs. That if she truly hated him, that no spell or potion would make her fall for him. Her will would break through it like a Bludger through wet tissues.

We're both men here so why play games
Why don't we call a spade a spade?

“Weasley, why don’t you tell us what you did to drive her away?” Draco asked softly.

Man to man
Tell me the truth, tell me
Were you ever there when she needed you?

“What?!” Ron was speechless. How dare that little Ferret accuse him of such a thing!! He loved Hermione more than his own life! He would do anything for her! “What are you playing at?”

Man to man
Look me in the eye, tell me
If you really loved her
Why'd you make her cry?

“Weasley, you can’t possibly believe that she would leave you if there wasn’t a good reason,” Draco said calmly.

Harry’s eyes narrowed. “How did you know that Hermione left Ron?”

“Why else would you be here?” the blonde boy pointed out. He turned back to Ron. “I’ll ask again--what did you do to her?”

Man to man
Who cheated who?
You're the one to blame
Tell me it ain't true
Man to man
Man to man

“I didn’t do anything!!” Ron roared. He turned to Harry for support. “Harry, you’ve seen us! I’d do anything for ‘Mione, you know that! Everyone knows that!”

The raven-haired boy sat in silence. He was looking straight at Malfoy. Though he hated to admit it, the other boy did have a point. True, he couldn’t deny that Ron loved ‘Mione, but he never really showed it. Harry had noticed that every Sunday, when he’d come to the house to hang out for the day, that Ron tended to ignore his wife and concentrate on Harry. And Hermione had accepted it stoically, without a single word of complaint. But Harry could see it in her eyes. They didn’t shine like they had in the old days in Hogwarts. She didn’t smile as much as she used to, either. Realization hit Harry like a brick wall. Hermione was not the cheerful, loving, outspoken, trying-to-scold-them-but-actually-approved-of their-pranks kind of person that she had been. She had become a quiet, withdrawn, I-don’t-have-the-energy-or-the-will-to-argue-anymore-but-I-want-to-make-you-happy kind of person. She was a shell of her former self.

And Ron was the one that had made her that way.

Well you think all your anger is justified
Me, I think, it's just your wounded pride

“What have you done, Ron?” Harry asked hoarsely. Ron looked at him in shock and disbelief. Harry was siding with Malfoy? No, no, no, that would never happen. Harry hated Draco as much as Ron did.

“What are you talking about, Harry?” Ron whispered.

“Isn’t it obvious, Weasley?” Draco sighed. “He knows that I’m right.”

What did you really think she was gonna do?
She's a real woman, not a doormat for you

“I didn’t do anything!” Ron insisted.

“That’s your problem, Ron,” Harry looked up, “You didn’t do anything. I’ve never heard you tell her that you loved her--“

“She knows I love her!” Ron protested. “She knows that I think she’s beautiful, that she’s wonderful, that I can’t live with out her--“

“Sometimes you need to say it, Ron,” Harry said gently, “Sometimes, a woman needs told that she’s beautiful, that she’s wonderful, that she’s needed and loved. You can’t take it for granted that she knows, because she might not.”

You want her back, but it's too late
Why don't we just cut to the chase?

Ron sat, completely stunned. Harry thought that it was his fault that Hermione left him? But, how? Why? What had he done? True, he didn’t tell her that he loved her every day when he came home from work, but he was usually tired from work all day. Hermione understood that, surely she did. Didn’t she?

Man to man
Tell me the truth, tell me
Were you ever there when she needed you?
Man to man
Look me in the eye, tell me
If you really loved her
Why'd you make her cry?
Man to man
Who cheated who?
You're the one to blame
Tell me it ain't true
Man to man

Ron sat there for what seemed like years, then he took a deep breath and looked up. Harry and Draco were staring at him intentionally. He knew now that he’d shut the love of his life out, and now he had gotten what he’d deserved. He also knew what he had to do.

If Hermione loved Draco, and he loved her in return, then he, Ron, would not stand in their way.

There was just one thing left to do.

Man to man
Tell me the truth, tell me
Were you ever there when she needed you?
Man to man
Look me in the eye, tell me
If you really loved her
Why'd you make her cry?

Ron stood up and took the small vial out of his pocket. Draco recognized its contents immediately--Veritaserum. But what did Weasley need Veritaserum for? The redhead crossed the room and stood before Draco.

“You say you love her,” he began.

“And I do, “ Draco interrupted.

“Then prove it.” Ron held out the Veritaserum. “Take a drink and prove to us that she’ll be in good hands.”

Harry looked at Ron in disbelief, and Draco looked at him in disbelief and suspicion. There’s no way that Weasley would be willing to let her go that easily if she meant that much to him.

But what did he have to lose?

Draco took the vial and drank the contents in a single gulp. Immediately, he felt queasy, but he fought back the nausea. After a moment, it passed.

“What is your name?” Ron asked to test the Potion.

“Draco Ignatius Malfoy.”

“Do you love Hermione Granger?”

“With all my heart and soul.” Draco’s voice was filled with conviction.

“Would you die for her?”

“Yes. She is worth more to me than my life.”

“Would you face your father for her?”

Without a moment’s hesitation, he answered, “If Hermione promised to be mine, I would face my father, I would face a million Dementors, I would face Voldemort himself. I don’t care what happens, as long as I know that she’d be by my side.”

Ron stood up. “We’re done here.” Harry also stood up. They both looked at Draco one last time, then turned to leave. Ron’s heart was heavy, but he knew now that Hermione would be well taken care of. That’s what really mattered to him.

Man to man
Who cheated who?
You're the one to blame
Tell me it ain't true
Man to man
Man to man
Man to man...

Out in the hall, Hermione fought back tears. She’d come to see Draco, and she’d heard voices shouting inside. She’d cracked the door open and had listened to the whole conversation. Including Draco’s last comments. She assumed that Ron had given him Veritaserum, and she knew that Draco really, truly loved her. Like she loved him. She heard the guys stand up, and hurried back to her room. The brunette knew that it had taken a lot for Ron to finally let her go, and she also knew that it would be a while before he came to terms with himself. One thought ran through her mind as she closed the door behind her.

Draco loved her. And now they could be together.

She would finally be happy.

A/N: for those of you that are ready to kill me, I am NOT making Ron into a thoughtless git. That's Percy. Ron DOES love Hermione, he just kind of assumes that she knows it. he takes her for granted because she's been there for him for so long.

Chapter 7: Is it really love?
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Draco sat at his desk. He couldn’t believe the things that the Weasel had asked. He’d assumed that he would’ve asked if Draco and Hermione were sleeping together when she and the Weasel were married. But he hadn’t. He hadn’t asked anything of the sort. He’d asked questions that Draco refused to ask himself, afraid of the answers. And he’d answered them, honestly.

Truth be told, he wasn’t afraid of his father’s reaction if he’d find out about Hermione and his son. What Draco feared was what Lucius would do to Hermione. Draco could, and would, face all of the Unforgivables at once for his Hermione, but he knew that his father knew better than that. His father knew that the way to break a man, one had to attack the woman he loved. And Draco feared for his dear Hermione.

Lucius Malfoy was not one to be taken lightly.

After Saint Potter had sent him to Azkaban, Lucius had changed. And not for the better, either. He’d become more evil, more sadistic, more dangerous. Draco had not been home when his father had broken out of the prison all those years ago. Lucius had stayed at Malfoy Manor until Potter killed the Dark Lord in Draco’s seventh year at Hogwarts. Then, Lucius had gone on the run. Amazingly, he’d kept his hold over his son. Draco knew that he was out there, monitoring his actions. And that, sooner or later, he would find out about Draco and Hermione.

He would not be pleased.

Draco sat at his desk long after the sun set. He remembered vaguely that he was supposed to meet Hermione for something, but he couldn’t bring himself to stand up. His thoughts raced through his mind. How could he be with Hermione and not risk her safety? He could guarantee that he’d love Hermione forever, and yes, he would face his father for her sake, but he couldn’t guarantee that she would be unscathed through it all. Draco tried not to think about what would happen if his father discovered Draco’s “treachery” and came after Hermione. But he couldn’t help it. His father haunted his every waking moment. Draco could not, would not subject Hermione to a life of hiding. She deserved better than that.

If you could see inside my heart
Then you would understand

Slowly, a plan formed. He knew that if Potter and Weaselby discovered what he would be doing, that he was a dead man. He fought back tears. Hermione’s heart would be broken if he just disappeared. But he knew that if he went to her to explain, that she would immediately say that she would face it for him. That it didn’t matter. That she would stand by his side, no matter what. And that’s what Lucius would be counting on.

Draco would not let his father kill her. He would rather live alone and dream of her, than know that he caused her any pain at the hands of his father.

I’d never mean to hurt you
Baby, I’m not that kind of man

Quickly, he threw his belongings into his trunk. He wanted to be as far from Hermione as he could be by morning. He couldn’t, wouldn’t risk her safety for his own selfish desires.

I might not say I’m sorry
Yeah I might talk tough sometimes

He looked around the room for anything he might’ve missed. Nope. He debated leaving her a note, explaining himself. But he couldn’t be sure that his father wouldn’t find it first. He decided against it. She was clever; she’d figure it out.

And I might forget the little things
Or keep you hanging on the line

He latched his trunk and took one last look at his picture of Hermione. His Hermione. It killed him to leave her like this, especially all that he’d said to Boy Wonder and his sidekick this afternoon, but he knew it was for the best. Right?

In a world that don’t know Romeo & Juliet
Boy meets girl and promises we can’t forget
We are cast from Eden’s gate with no regrets
Into the fire we cry

As he turned to the door, he heard it open. He looked up and into a pair of milk chocolate eyes. Hermione ran to him and wrapped her arms around his torso. She buried her face into his chest and sobbed.

“I-I knew th-that you w-would try t-to l-leave,” she hiccupped. “But I won’t let you! I won’t let you bear this alone!”

Draco stood there, shocked for a moment. Then, he wrapped his arms around her slender body and held her close. He let the tears run down his face as he kissed the top of her head over and over. What was he thinking? He could never leave her.

I’d die for you
I’d cry for you
I’d do anything
I’d lie for you
You know it’s true
Baby I’d die for you
I’d die for you
I’d cry for you
If it came right down to me and you
You know it’s true, Baby, I’d die for you

“Hermione, oh, Hermione,” he whispered her name over and over. She looked up at him, and he kissed each tear as it escaped her beautiful eyes. Then he broke down completely. Sobs racked his body. All the pain and all the fear he’d bottled up for years spilled out. The thought that he might’ve had to live without her…it terrified him. More than his father terrified him. Hermione held him close, comforting him. She wondered if he’d ever cried before that moment. She was amazed that she was the one that he chose to love. She, Hermione Granger. Little Miss Teacher’s Pet. Little Miss Know-It-All. Little Miss My-Blood-May-Not-Be-Pure-But-I’ll-Prove-That-I’m-Better-Than-You-Anyway. All she knew now was that he needed her now, and she was not about to abandon him. Lucius be damned. Harry and Ron could go to hell. The man she loved needed her; that was all that mattered.

After a few long moments, Draco managed to compose himself and looked down at Hermione. Her face was as tear-stained as his own. She was positively beautiful.

“Hermione, I…I’m sorry. I’m sorry that I’m so weak…I--“

“Shhh….” She cut him off. “Don’t speak. Just hold me.”

He lifted her up and carried her over to the bed. He laid her gently on top of the blankets, then crawled next to her. He wrapped his arms around her and she buried her face into his strong chest once again.

I might not be a savior
And I’ll never be a king
I might not send you roses
Or buy your diamond rings

At that moment, Draco didn’t see himself as Draco Malfoy, son of a Death Eater, rich and powerful, respected and feared. He saw himself as Draco Malfoy, a scared little boy, with no true friends, pitied and alone, the Draco that no one had ever seen before, including Hermione. But that didn’t matter. She’d seen it, and she still accepted him. But did she still love him? Was she doing this out of love, or out of pity? He had to know.

But if I could see inside you
Maybe I’d know just who we are
‘Cause our love is like a hunger
Without it we would starve

“Hermione…” She looked up at him. Draco took one look into those chocolate eyes and immediately knew the answer to his question. The love in those eyes was enough to melt any heart of ice, and he knew that the love was for him. She loved him. Hermione Granger loved him. Emotions welled up inside of him. He couldn’t help himself; he had to kiss her. He leaned over and pressed his lips gently against hers. It wasn’t a fiery, passionate kiss like before; it was a soft, gentle, loving kiss. He poured every drop of emotion in him into that kiss. And she kissed back. She kissed back. Great Merlin, she kissed back. Draco’s head spun. In that moment, he knew that everything was going to be okay.

In a world that don’t know Romeo & Juliet
Boy meets girl and promises we can’t forget
We are cast from Eden’s gate with no regrets
Into the fire we cry

He held her long into the night. Eventually, they fell asleep in each other’s arms, still dressed. Draco woke up before she did; he always did. He loved watching her sleep. She looked so peaceful…so heavenly…so angelic. He kissed her forehead as she slept, and pulled her closer to him. His father be damned. He loved Hermione Granger.

And she loved him back.

I’d die for you
I’d cry for you
I’d do anything
I’d lie for you
You know it’s true
Baby, I’d die for you
I’d die for you
I’d cry for you
If it came right down to me and you
You know it’s true, Baby, I’d die for you…

“I’ll never let you go…” he whispered, “I promise.”

Chapter 8: Asking Permission
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Hermione awoke to strange surroundings and Draco’s arms wrapped around her. After a moment, she remembered the events of the night before. She snuggled closer to the man next to her, as if reassuring herself that he hadn’t left, that she wasn’t dreaming. Satisfied that he was, indeed, real, she laid her cheek against his chest and listened to his heart beat.

Draco lay on his bed, his arms around Hermione. His Hermione. He was awake when he felt her move around, and now that she had settled back down, he let his thoughts drift to the future. Their future. Together. It sounded almost too good to be true. He knew that he loved her. And from her actions last night, he knew that she loved him just as much. Draco’s heart felt so full that he thought it would simply burst.

He didn’t care what his father would try to do. He didn’t care what Saint Potter and the Weasel had to say. He was going to marry this woman. He would marry his Hermione.

He tried to get out of the bed without waking her, but that was a lost cause.

“Draco, where are you going?”

She looked at him with those chocolate eyes full of love, and he almost proposed to her right then and there. But he wanted to do this right.

“I need to go do some things, love,” he answered. Seeing the look on her face, he reassured her, “No, I’m not going anywhere. I just need to get a few things for us, ok? I promise.”

She seemed satisfied with his answer. He pulled on a pair of jeans and a nice T-shirt, and threw on his emerald green robes.

“I won’t be long,” he promised as he kissed her gently. Then he Disapparated.

Diamond ring, wear it on your hand
It's gonna tell the world, I'm your only man
Diamond ring, diamond ring
Baby, you're my everything, diamond ring

Draco scanned the display. It had to be perfect. Nothing less for his Hermione. He looked at each and every ring, searching, but each one had a flaw. And that just wouldn’t do, oh no. That would not do for his Hermione. Then, a ring caught his eye. There was a heart shaped 1 carat diamond in the center, with pear-shaped sapphires on either side--Hermione’s birthstone. The stones were set in a platinum band. Quickly, he scanned the price tag--500 Galleons. He told the shopkeeper to hold the ring for him. Then, he ran out of the shop.

Running into Gringotts, Draco gathered the money he needed. He then ran back to the shop and bought the ring. All that was left to do was to propose.

Red, red rose brought it home to you
Blood red rose, tells me that you're true
Red, red rose, blood-red rose
Like a fire inside that grows, blood-red rose

Draco walked out of the shop with the ring in his pocket and a bounce in his step. He spied a flower stand. He walked over and talked with the owner. A few moments later, Draco walked away with a single red rose. Taken with a sudden inspiration, he Disapparated.

When you're hungry, I will fill you up
When you're thirsty, drink out of my loving cup
When you're crying, I'll be the tears for you
There is nothing that I wouldn't do for you

He reappeared in front of a small cottage. He’d remembered it from Hermione’s pictures; it was Potter’s. He knew that he’d find them there. He knocked tentatively on the door. When the door opened, Draco found himself face-to-face with his archenemy, Harry Potter. He could tell that the other man was surprised to see him.

“I need to talk to you, Potter. Can I come in?”

Harry stood for a moment, then stepped aside to allow Malfoy entry.

“Oy, Harry, who’s at the door?” Draco turned to see the red headed Weasel enter the room. The other man’s eyes narrowed. “What are you doing here?”

Draco took a deep breath. “I came here about Hermione.”

Harry looked at him quizzically. “What did you do to her, Malfoy?”

“Nothing, Potter. I came to ask if you knew where her parents are.”

“Why do you need to know?” Ron demanded.

Draco turned to face him. “I need to talk to her father.”

“You can’t,” Harry said somberly. “They died in the war.”

Draco’s heart fell. The best laid plans…

“Then I guess I’ll have to ask the two of you.”

Ron looked up sharply. “Ask us what?”

Draco faced each man. “Which of you were closer to Hermione? And yes, Weasley, I know you were married, but with Hermione that may not mean everything.”

Ron closed his mouth and scowled. Harry spoke first.

“I guess that would be me. Hermione’s been like my sister for forever and a day. Why?”

Draco pulled the ring out of his pocket. He swallowed his pride. “I…I came to ask for your permission to…to marry her.”

Both men stood before him, speechless. Ron was ready to throttle the blond man. The nerve of him! Asking them if he, Draco Malfoy, the Amazing Bouncing Ferret, the cause of misery in their seven years at Hogwarts, could marry Hermione, lovely, wonderful, perfect Hermione. His Hermione. No. Not his anymore. She was Malfoy’s now. But he saw the pleading look on Malfoy’s face, and he knew that the other man was trying to make it right. He truly loved her, and Ron could not deny it anymore.

“You have my blessing,” the red head said softly, surprising both Harry and Draco.

“Th-thank you Wea-Ron.” Draco stuttered. Harry stared at Ron for a minute, then he, too, spoke.

“Go ahead, Malfoy. Be good to her,” Harry said. Wagging his finger at the blond man, he added, “but if you hurt her in any way, you’ll be answering to us. We will hunt you down.”

Draco nodded. “I don’t intend to hurt her. Far from it.” He turned to leave, then stopped and faced them again. “One more thing.”

The other men faced him. “Yeah?” Harry asked.

“Potter--Harry--would…would you…Merlin, this is hard for me to ask. Would you be my Best Man?”

Harry was stunned. “B-but shouldn’t that be someone that you…well…trust?”

Draco shook his head. “There is no one that I can trust, save Hermione. I want this to be for her. I would ask you to give her away, but that’s her decision to make, not mine.”

Harry thought for a moment. “I’ll do it. For Hermione.”

Draco offered him a small smile. “Thank you Po-Harry.”

He turned, walked out the door, and Apparated back to the Leaky Cauldron. He crept up the stairs to his room and opened the door. Hermione was still in bed, wrapped in the warm blankets. Draco smiled a rare smile and crossed the room. She turned over in bed and smiled up at him.

“Hello, Draco.”

“Hello, love.” Draco handed her the rose. She smiled. “It’s beautiful.”

When you're hungry, I will fill you up
When you're thirsty, drink out of my loving cup
When you're crying, I'll be the tears for you
There is nothing that I wouldn't do for you

“Hermione, love, you know that I love you with every fiber in my being,” Draco began. “Though I’ve tormented you for years, and I’ve been a bit mean.” Catching the look she was shooting him, he amended, “Alright, I’ve been a prat---ok, fine I’ve been the world’s biggest GIT!”

She giggled.

“But despite all this,” he continued, “You somehow found it in your heart to forgive me. No, you’ve done more than that. You found it in your heart to love me. Me, Draco Malfoy, World’s Biggest Git, King of the Prats, Draco “I’m-So-Much-Better-Than-You-Because-I’m-Pureblood-And-I-Have-Money” Malfoy. You loved me. And I love you.”

You know, I bleed every night you sleep
'Cause I don't know if I'm in your dreams
I want to be your everything...

Draco saw tears fill her eyes as he felt them well up in his own. He reached in his pocket and opened the box.

“Hermione Granger, will you do me the honor, the pleasure, the privilege, of becoming my wife?”

Diamond ring, wear it on your hand
It's gonna tell the world, I'm your only man
Diamond ring, diamond ring
Baby, you're my everything, diamond ring
Darling, you're my everything, diamond ring

The tears threatened to spill out of his eyes. He held his breath. Hermione sat on the bed, staring at him and the ring, tears streaming down her cheeks. After a long moment, she looked him in the eye and said one single word…

Now, you've got me on your string.....Diamond ring



A/N: By the way, if you want to see what her ring looks like, you'll have to e-mail me, because I'm not allowed to put links on here.

Chapter 9: Preparations
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Draco slowly slid the ring onto Hermione’s finger as tears streamed down both of their faces. Then, he took her in his arms.

“Oh, Hermione, I love you so much…”

“I love you, too, Draco!”

They remained wrapped in each others’ arms for what seemed like years. Then, Hermione broke away and, smiling, wiped away the tears on her face. A look of horror came over her beautiful features.

“What will Harry say? Oh my God, what will Ron say?!”

“Shhh…it’s ok…” Draco tried to comfort her.

“No, no, it’s not,” she protested, a fresh bout of tears filling her eyes and spilling over and onto her cheeks. “It’s not ok. What will we say? Oh, God, Draco, what--“

He placed his finger over her lips to silence her.

“I’ve already talked to them. They’re ok with this.”

Hermione looked at him as though he’d grown a new head. “You what?”

“I talked to them this afternoon. Po-Harry’s actually my best man.”

Hermione’s eyes almost popped out of her head. “He’s what?! Harry’s your best--but how? What did you tell them?”

“The truth. That I love you with all my heart and soul. And I asked them for permission to marry you.”

“You what?” Hermione continued to stare at her lover in disbelief. “You asked them for permission?”

Draco laughed and nodded. “It felt right. And like I said, P-Harry’s my best man. But, if you want him to give you away, then I’ll ask Wea-Ron to be my best man. It’s up to you.”

Hermione’s mind whirled. She thought that Harry, and Ron even more so, would fight them tooth and nail every inch of the way. But the way Draco talked, it seemed as though they were perfectly fine with it. But how had Draco managed it? How?

“I-I need to talk to Harry,” she said softly. Draco nodded. He’d expected as much.

“Go ahead. He’ll probably be expecting you.”

Hermione got up out of the bed and changed her clothes in a daze. She was going to marry Draco. She was going to be Mrs. Draco Malfoy.

And the guys were ok with it.

It was with this thought that she Apparated to the Potter residence.

She had convinced Harry to sell Sirius’ house at Grimmauld Place after they graduated. It reminded him too much of Sirius’ death. He’d taken everything out of it that he wanted, and had promptly put it up for sale. Kreacher had died, finally; they’d found him in the attic, clinging to some old robes that they’d assumed had belonged to Mrs. Black, Sirius’ mother. Harry had used the money to buy this cottage.

Taking a deep breath, Hermione knocked on the door. Immediately, it opened, and she walked into Harry’s open arms.

“Oh, it’s good to see you, Harry! And Ron,” she turned to regard her ex-husband. They stood for a moment, just looking at each other. Then, Hermione ran and threw her arms around him. He hugged her back.

“Good to see you, ‘Mione,” he mumbled.

She had tears in her eyes and, Harry noticed, Draco’s ring on her finger. The finger that once held Ron’s ring. He knew why she’d come.

“Harry,” she began, “I don’t know how Draco convinced you, but…thank you.”

He smiled at her. “As long as you’re happy, ‘Mione.”

Tears welled up in her eyes as she smiled and nodded. “I am.”

Silence filled the room. Finally Hermione spoke.

“Harry, I-I came to-to ask you…” she fought back her tears. “Since my Dad…in the war…Harry, would you give me away?”

Harry stood, stunned. He thought for sure that she’d ask Ron. She guessed as much from his look, because she began to explain.

“I would ask Ron, but,” she turned to face the red head, “Since we were married…and…now I’m with Draco…I didn’t--I still don’t--think that Ron giving me away would be appropriate.”

Then Harry understood. She was protecting Ron as best as she could. Only one problem remained.

“But, ‘Mione, Malf-Draco already asked me to be his best man.”

“I know that. He told me that if I wanted you to give me away, though, that he’d…” she trailed off.

“He’d what?” Harry asked gently.

“He’d ask Ron to be his Best Man,” she blurted.

Ron stared at her for a moment. He couldn’t…not even for Hermione. He could not, would not be that Ferret’s Best Man.

“I can’t, Hermione,” he said softly. He looked up and their eyes met. His pain was evident.

“I can’t do that…not even for you, Hermione.” Ron’s voice was pained. “I’ll come to the wedding, to support you, but I can’t be the Best Man.”

He turned and walked out of the room. Harry and Hermione heard a door slam. Hermione turned back to Harry, who shrugged.

“I guess I’ll have to do both then,” he smiled sadly.

“I guess so,” she agreed. She hugged him again. “Thank you,” she whispered in his ear.

“Anything for you, ‘Mione.”

She smiled at him, then Disapparated back to Draco’s room at the Leaky Cauldron. The blond man was seated at his desk.

“Well? How did it go?”

Hermione faced the man she was about to marry. “Harry is going to be giving me away.”

Draco stood up. “Then I guess I need to talk to Weasley.”

She stopped him. “I already asked. He said,” her voice cracked, “He said that he’d come to the wedding...but that he couldn’t be your Best Man. Harry said that he’d do both.”

Draco nodded. “Alright.” He sat back down at his desk.

“How many guests do you want, love?”

Hermione looked at him for a moment, then sighed.

“Draco, darling, I don’t want a big wedding. I just want something simple.”

He nodded, obviously relieved. “I was hoping you’d say that. Let’s say it’ll be you and I, Po-Harry and Ron….who else would you like?”

Hermione thought for a moment. “Well, if Harry’s your Best Man, I would like Ginny to be my Maid of Honor, like she was for Ron and--for my first wedding. And I could wear the same dress..”

Draco shook his head.

“No. That’s one thing that I insist on. You’re not wearing his rings and you’re not wearing his dress. Otherwise, it’ll make it that much more difficult for everyone.”

“You’re right,” she agreed. “So, a new dress. I guess that means that I’ll have to get Ginny a different dress, too…”


“Well…since my ring has sapphires on it, perhaps her dress should be blue…dark blue. And my dress could have some blue trim to it…”

“We’ll see. But what other guests do you want?”

Hermione fell silent. “I-I know that you don’t get along, but…I would like the Weasley family to be there. They pretty much adopted me after my par- after the war.” She’d almost said when her parents died, but she tried not to think about it. She knew that they’d want her to move on and be happy, not mourn for them for the rest of her life.

Draco grimaced, but nodded. “I understand. Anyone else?”

She shook her head. “No, no one else that I can think of. What about you? Who will you invite?”

Draco laughed coldly. “No one that you would expect. I only want my mother there. I have no friends to speak of. Any that I might’ve had are now in Azkaban, and well they should be. There is no one else.”

“When do you want it to be?”

Draco thought for a minute or two. “I want it to be soon. Let’s see…” He looked at the calendar. “It’s April now…perhaps...September.” Hermione looked at him in surprise.


“Yes…a week before your birthday. On the twelfth. What do you think?”

Hermione stared at him, speechless, then nodded. “That sounds nice…and it gives me some time to get everything together. But--“


“I wish…I would like it to be sooner.”

“How soon?”

“Can we do June?” she asked nervously.

Draco thought for a moment. “Yes, that shouldn’t be too much trouble. So June it is.”

They sat for the rest of the night, planning everything out. They decided that they would go out the next day and look at dresses and things. Hermione insisted that Dumbledore marry them. Draco had fought, but Hermione had been stubborn. Either Dumbledore would marry them, or they would not marry at all. Eventually, Draco had submitted to her wishes. When the plans were finished, they dressed for bed and fell asleep, arms wrapped around each other.

The next morning, they ate quickly and headed out to Diagon Alley. They were looking for a dress for Hermione, and one for Ginny. Hermione also needed to talk to the Weasleys; somehow she had to convince them to come to the wedding, despite the fact that she and Ron were no longer together. She took a deep breath.

That was going to take a while.

For now, however, she concentrated on finding her dress. They shopped all morning with no luck. Hermione did manage to find a dress for Ginny, though. It was navy blue. It was form-fitting to the waist, and then tapered out. A single strap came behind the neck, and a rhinestone pin was on the bodice. After an exhausting morning, Hermione sent Draco back to the Leaky Cauldron with the dress; she had to talk to Ginny, and she needed to do it alone.

Hermione took another deep breath and walked into Weasley’s Wizard Wheezes. The twins’ shop had really taken off, and Ginny had started working there for some extra money. Hermione found the youngest Weasley stocking shelves near the back of the store. Perfect. As long as the twins didn’t barge in on the conversation before Hermione could fully explain herself, she’d be alright.


The redheaded girl turned around and saw the brunette standing there. Immediately, she hugged her old friend.

“Hermione! How are you! Where’s Ron? Is he here?”

Hermione grimaced; he hadn’t told them. “Ginny, I need to talk to you. Privately.”

Ginny nodded and led the other woman upstairs and into a side room.

“The twins won’t find us here, don’t worry. Talk to me.”

Hermione swallowed hard. “Well, first of all…I should tell you that Ron and I aren’t together anymore…”

“Oh my God! What happened, Hermione? What did that little prat do?” Ginny demanded.

“It wasn’t what he did…it’s what he didn’t do,” Hermione began. “But, to make a long story short, I realized that I wasn’t in love with him like I thought I was. And now we…well, we’re divorced.”

“Oh, Hermione! When did this happen?”

“A little over three weeks ago,” Hermione said softly. “I assumed that Ron would’ve told you by now…”

“No…he hasn’t,” Ginny murmured. She looked at her friend. “Hermione, there’s more to this than you’re letting on.”

She nodded. Ginny knew her better than anyone. Without a word, she held out her left hand. Ginny gasped at the ring.

“Her-Hermione…what is this, and who gave it to you?” Ginny’s voice was shaking.

“Dr-Draco gave it to me…last night…when he,” Hermione’s voice caught in her throat. “When he proposed to me.”

Ginny closed her eyes in pain and disbelief. Her best friend left her brother and is now engaged to their worst enemy. Which brought up another interesting question…

“Why are you telling me this?” Ginny asked softly.

Hermione turned to face her best friend. She took the redhead’s hands in her own. “Ginny…we’re getting married and…I want you to be my Maid of Honor.”

Ginny looked like she’d been slapped in the face.

“What about Ron?” she asked angrily.

“Ron’s ok with it.” Ginny’s eyes snapped open.

“How can you be so sure?” she hissed.

“I talked to him yesterday. He said that he’d be at the wedding.”

“And Harry?”

“Harry…Harry’s the Best Man.”

Ginny looked at her in shock. “He’s the-the Best Man?”

Hermione nodded.

“And you want me to be the Maid of Honor?”

She nodded again.

Ginny was quiet for a second. “And Mum doesn’t know…”

Hermione shook her head. “No, but I’m going to tell her.”

“You have my sympathy,” Ginny giggled.

Hermione looked at her in wonder. “Does this mean you’ll by my--?”

The other girl nodded. “Oh, Ginny!” Hermione threw her arms around her best friend. “This means so much to me!”

Ginny laughed through her tears. “What are friends for? And I’ll help you explain everything to Mum and the others. I’m assuming they’re all invited?”

“Of course. You guys are my family, now. Thanks again, Gin.”

“Like I said, what are friends for?”

A few hours, a million tears, and way too much yelling later, the Weasleys agreed, albeit reluctantly, to attend the wedding. Hermione offered to show Ginny her dress. The redhead agreed, saying that she’d meet the brunette the next morning, to see the bridesmaid dress and to take Hermione out shopping for her gown. Boys, Ginny had giggled, simply cannot find the perfect dress. Hermione returned to the Leaky Cauldron and told Draco the news. Then, the two of them headed off to bed.

Early the next morning, Ginny came to the Leaky Cauldron, and she and Hermione spent the day talking and searching for the perfect gown. They were in the last store, and searching through the last racks, when Hermione heard Ginny gasp. She turned to the other girl in time to see her pull the most gorgeous gown off the rack. Quickly, she took the gown into the dressing room to try it on.

It was pure white, and clung to her curves as if it were made for her. There were two straps, and beautiful sheer bell sleeves. The back of the dress laced up like a corset, and the train was short and simple. Crystals were sprinkled on the bodice and long the edges of the sleeves and the train.

It was absolutely perfect.

Hermione paid for the dress with the money that Draco had given her. Then, the girls headed home. Everything was ready for the wedding in June.

That night, as Hermione lay next to her lover, she tested the sound of her soon-to-be-married name. Hermione Malfoy.

It had a nice ring to it.


If you want to see what the dresses look like, you'll have to e-mail me, because I'm not allowed to put links on here. Sorry about not having a song this chapter, but I couldn't think of one that would fit :P the next, and final, chapter will be up in the next two days! Wahoo!

Chapter 10: Wedded Bliss
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Draco stood at the altar, looking down the aisle, anticipating his bride. He hadn’t seen her dress, or the jewelry he insisted that she buy, either. They were going to do this right. His mother sat a few feet behind him, and the Weasleys sat a few feet to the left of her. Well, what was left of them. Arthur and Bill had died in the war. Molly was clinging to Charlie, who had his left arm in a sling, and Fred and George were trying to cheer her up while they shot glares in Draco’s direction. Ron sat dejectedly next to them. He’d come, like he promised he would. Draco knew that this was difficult for the redhead. Angelina sat with a young girl in her lap, and Katie sat next to her, a baby in her arms. Charlie’s wife, a petite little blonde, sat with a little boy in her lap and an older girl next to her. Professor Dumbledore stood in front of Draco and smiled down at him.

All heads turned when the organ began to play.

To really love a woman,
To understand her,
You gotta know her deep inside…

Ginny walked up the aisle first. Her hair was swept up and curls bounced down her back. She wore sapphire earrings* and wore a delicate sapphire necklace*. Her bouquet was made up of lilies, navy blue carnations and chrysanthemums, and baby’s breath. She wore a smile on her face as she made her way up to the aisle and to her place. Everyone present stood up and gazed in wonder at the bride.

Hear every thought…
See every dream…

Hermione was wearing her dress, and Harry was on her right arm. Her hair was pulled up in a crown of braids, and ringlets framed her face. Navy blue ribbons were woven in her hair, as well as baby’s breath and tiny crystals. Her veil was in place, but Draco could still see the delicate flush that had crept up her ivory cheeks. Her earrings matched Ginny’s, but her necklace did not. It was a large sapphire, shaped as a heart, with a crown of diamonds, all on a silver chain*. When they reached the altar, Draco lifted her veil and Dumbledore began the ceremony.

And give her wings when she wants to fly…

“We are gathered here today to celebrate one of life's greatest moments, to give recognition to the worth and beauty of love, and to add our best wishes to the words which shall unite Draco Ignatius Malfoy and Hermione Jane Granger in marriage. Should there be anyone who has cause why this couple should not be united in marriage, they must speak now or forever hold their peace."

Draco waited on pins and needles. He expected Ron to jump up and yell “I object!” But he didn’t. So, Dumbledore continued…

“Who is it that brings this woman to this man?”

“I do,” Harry answered. He put Hermione’s hand into Draco’s and took his place next to the groom.

“Draco and Hermione, life is given to each of us as individuals, and yet we must learn to live together. Love is given to us by our family or by our friends. We learn to love by being loved. Learning to love and living together is one of the greatest challenges of life - and is the shared goal of a married life.”

Draco held Hermione’s hand in his own and looked into her milk chocolate eyes.

Then when you find yourself lying helpless in her arms
You know you really love a woman.

“Hermione, I love you with all my heart and soul. You’ve been there for me, even though you never knew it. I’ve tormented you for years, made your life miserable, and still you manage to love me. I want to spend the rest of our lives making up for lost time. Hermione Jane Granger, will you be my wife from now until death?”

“I do,” she whispered, tears welling up in her eyes. She bit her lip nervously, and spoke.

When you love a woman,
You tell her that she’s really wanted.

“Draco, you are the love of my life. I never thought that it would be you, but it is. Even though I’ve hated you for years for what you put me through, I can see the love in your eyes. Love for me. And I can’t help falling in love with you. I want to live the rest of my life by your side. Draco Malfoy, will you take me as your bride?”

“I do,” Draco said, as a single tear made its way down his cheek.

“Do we have the rings?” Dumbledore asked. Ginny handed one to Hermione, and Harry handed the other to Draco.

When you love a woman,
You tell her that she’s the one.

"Wedding rings are an outward and visible sign of an inward spiritual grace and the unbroken circle of love, signifying to all the union of this man and this woman in marriage. Draco, will you repeat after me? I, Draco Malfoy,”

“I, Draco Malfoy.”

“Take thee, Hermione Granger,”

“Take thee, Hermione Granger.”

“To be my lawfully wedded wife.”

“To be my lawfully wedded wife.”

“To have and to hold…”

“To have and to hold,”

“In sickness and in health…”

“In sickness and in health,”

“For richer, for poorer…”

“For richer, for poorer,”

“And I promise my love to you…”

“I promise my love to you,”


“Foreverm-more.” Draco slid the tiny platinum band onto his wife’s finger as the tears fell freely from his ice blue eyes.

‘Cause she needs somebody to tell her
That it’s gonna last forever.
So tell me have you ever really, really, really ever loved a woman?

“Hermione, will you repeat after me? I, Hermione Granger…”

“I, Hermione Granger,”

“Take thee, Draco Malfoy…”

“Take thee, Draco M-Malfoy,”

“To be my lawfully wedded husband…”

“To be my lawfully wedded husband,”

“To have and to hold…”

“To h-have and t-to h-hold,”

“In sickness and in health…”

“In s-sickness and in health,”

“For richer, for poorer…”

“For r-richer, for p-p-poorer,”

“And I promise my love to you…”

“I p-promise my love t-to you,”


“F-foreverm-m-ore.” Tears streaming down her face, Hermione slid the ring onto her husband’s finger.

To really love a woman
You let her hold ya
Until you know how she needs to be touched.

“Draco and Hermione, as the two of you come into this marriage uniting you as husband and wife, and as you this day affirm your faith and love for one another, I would ask that you always remember to cherish each other as special and unique individuals, that you respect the thoughts, ideas and suggestions of one another. Be able to forgive, do not hold grudges, and live each day that you may share it together - as from this day forward you shall be each other's home, comfort and refuge, your marriage strengthened by your love and respect for each other. Draco and Hermione, in so much as the two of you have agreed to live together in Holy Matrimony, have promised your love for each other by these vows, the joining of your hands and the giving of these rings, I now declare you to be Husband and Wife. Congratulations, you may kiss your bride.”

Draco leaned forward and kissed Hermione tenderly. Then Dumbledore raised his hands.

"It is now my privilege to present to you, for the first time ever, Mr. & Mrs. Draco Malfoy!”

You gotta breathe her…
Really taste her…
Until you can feel her in your blood.

The few guests there clapped as they made their way down the aisle, which was really a pathway in the Malfoy Manor gardens. Draco looked at his new wife and saw tears in her eyes. But he also saw something else.

When you can see your unborn children in her eyes
You know you really love a woman.

He saw love, devotion, and…contentment. He’d made her happy.

When you love a woman,
You tell her that she’s really wanted.

Draco took his wife in his arms and whispered into her ear, “Hermione, darling, I love you more than you’ll ever know!”

When you love a woman,
You tell her that she’s the one.
‘Cause she needs somebody
To tell her that you’ll always be together…
So tell me have you ever really, really, really ever loved a woman?

She giggled. “I love you more!”

“Oh, really?” Draco challenged.

“Yes, really, Mr. Malfoy,” Hermione teased.

“We’ll have to see about that, Mrs. Malfoy!”

“Hem, hem!”

Hermione giggled at the expression on Mrs. Weasley’s face. The older woman was not happy with the turn of events, but, in the end, had said that Hermione’s happiness was worth more than an old grudge.

The newlyweds turned to greet their guests.

You got to give her some faith,
Hold her tight,
A little tenderness,
You gotta treat her right.
She will be there for you,
Taking good care of you,
You really gotta love your woman, yeah.

That night, as they lay in their bed, Draco’s thoughts started to drift. He looked down at his wife, asleep with her head on his chest. He smiled and ran his fingers through her hair.

And when you find yourself lying helpless in her arms,
You know you really love a woman

He knew that this was a good thing. He loved her, and she loved him. All was right with the world. He held her close, and she snuggled into his strong chest, sighing contentedly.

When you love a woman
You tell her that she’s really wanted.
When you love a woman,
You tell her that she’s the one.
‘Cause she needs somebody
To tell her that it’s gonna last forever.

“Hermione, my love for you will outlast magic itself…” he whispered. He kissed her forehead and lay back on the pillow before he drifted off to sleep.

So tell me have you ever really, really, really ever loved a woman?
Just tell me have you ever really, really, really ever loved a woman?
Just tell me have you ever really, really, really ever loved a woman?

A/N:: In case you couldn't figure it out....this is the final chapter in this series. R & R, and check out my other stories please!!!

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