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An Ending & A Beginning
Spliced images flashed in her mind sending jolts of delayed reaction through her...
He knew what Harry wanted to ask about and he wasn't ready to talk about it.
There was no trust between them, nothing to give Harry or Draco the reassurance they so badly needed
Annoyed with himself, he forced his tense muscles to relax. He wasn’t being interrogated by the Wizengamot. Just by his childhood enemy.
Without Draco really being aware of it, he had become someone that he did not like, someone he could even hate.
A Funeral and a Visitor
There were no words to express his sorrow and guilt. What could one say to a man he had killed?
Breathing deeply once more, Hermione decided that it was time to finally look at that night.
Life had handed her a beautiful vase to hold all her dreams and nurture them. Only she'd found out that this vase was cracked and it had shattered in her hands, the broken pieces cutting deeply and making her bleed.
It was an inner seed of life that had been planted and nourished in his time with Jack that was now gaining root and growing upwards with the work he was doing at St. Mungo's.
Hermione had blinked at the sunlight filtering through the clouds and turned her face up to the warmth, hoping it would break through the ice that had surrounded her.
The First Thread
It was just the type of thing he’d expected of his old self, the defensive Malfoy who’d had to barb his words with a serrated edge just so nobody could see how thin his skin really was.
...helping Hermione and Jack seemed to fill that empty space of his existence that he hadn’t realized was there.
Hermione didn't doubt Jack's love for her, she could feel it any time she held the little baby, but there was a special bond between the man and her child that she wasn't able to fathom.
Forged in Flames
Hugging was not in the Draco-Hermione Friendship Booklet.
"Who said all Malfoys were bad?"
Coming to Terms
Hermione was waiting for him on her front steps. He knew immediately from her stance that she was upset.
Four Years Later
It was such a bittersweet date and always would be for Hermione. The day she’d gained her baby boy was the day she’d lost her husband.
Pot Meet Kettle
Not without a sense of relief did he leave the tense atmosphere of Arthur and Molly Weasley, Hermione, and Bill Weasley.
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