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Nature's Cruelty: Sequel to Earth Shattering	By : Luckycharms Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female > Draco/Hermione Views: 4870 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Harry Potter. That right goes to the AMAZING JK Rowling. No profit is made off this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Prologue
- 2-Flight
- 3-News
- 4-Secrets
- 5-Fireworks
- 6-Broken
- 7-Zoo
- 8-Tremble
- 9-Danger
- 10-Loss
- 11-Cruelty
- 12-Hope
- 13-Epilogue
- 10
- 11
- 12
Song- Ashes by Celine Dion (Deadpool 2 soundtrack)
Chapter 11- Cruelty
Wednesday, July 5th, 2006 05:06pm
Draco stood still in utter disbelief as Hermione hugged the Lion in front of him, without a care for not only her own safety, but the safety of their unborn child as well. It was one thing to watch her stand so close to the animal, it was a whole other story to see her embrace it; especially while covered in blood. He understood pregnancy brain, but he knew damn well that it never would cause a person to clasp their arms around one of the most dangerous carnivorous creature known to muggles.
If it wasn’t for the fact that he was witnessing it with his very own eyes, he would never believe it was actually happening. So many questions and concerns raced through his mind as he watched in horror. Why was she covered in blood? Where was Jason? Did he go to get help? Did he abandon her? Why the hell was she hugging a full grown male Lion?...Was the baby okay?
“Hermione?” his voice shook as he attempted once more to gain her attention.
He was standing only a few yards away from her now, scared to go any closer in fear the Lion would attack one or both of them. He tried to be as calm as he could, but his nerves took over his whole body.
Hermione released her grip on the King and turned her head. Her face lit up in bubbling joy when her eyes landed on him and never in his life did he feel more elated; now if he could just carefully get her away from the man eating beast, he would feel incredibly better.
“Hermione,” he continued with his wand stretched out before him “get away from it.” he raised his other hand and waved for her to come to him, but she didn’t move. “Come on Love…Please.” He begged.
Hermione turned her head back to the Lion and left a long gentle kiss upon its muzzle before standing up and watching it walk away from her. She then picked up her wand lying on the ground less than three feet away before she turned to face him, and with a large ear to ear grin, ran at full speed into his arms.
Draco entwined his hands around her body and hosted her into the air. After a few seconds he set her down gently, entangled his fingers in her hair, and held her close to his chest, refusing to let go. He knew he missed her, but it didn’t register just how much, until he held her in his grasp again.
He pulled back and held her head in his hands as he began to kiss all over her blood covered face. He couldn’t get enough of her and even though she was just as grimy as him, she still smelled as sweet as the day he first met her at Hogwarts. But something was not right; she wasn’t acting like her usual lively self, and he felt a little disheartened when her smile faded to a frown.
Shrugging it off, he once more pulled her into a deep embrace as he shed a tear of happiness. Hermione hugged him back just as hard, if not harder, while he kissed the top of her head over and over again.
She then back out of his hold and looked up at him with a blank expression as a small tear rolled down her cheek. Draco lifted a hand and wiped the tear away with his thumb before leaning down and placing a tender kiss upon her lips.
“What happened to you?” he asked pulling back, remembering she was covered in blood “Where is Jason? Why were you so close to that Lion? Did it hurt you? Hermione…Answer me.”
Hermione stared up at him with a detached expression, not saying a word.
“Hermione, why are you covered in blood?” he asked again while looking her over for any cuts in a panic.
“Draco…I’m fine.” She claimed quietly.
“Where is this blood coming from?”
“It’s…I-it’s not mine.”
Draco raised his eyes back up to her in worry. Her head was hanging low and she looked completely crushed.
“Whose blood is this, Mione?” he questioned in concern.
Hermione finally raised her amber eyes up to him and parted her lips slightly.
“Is Steve o-okay?”
“Don’t worry about him right now! Tell me who this blood belongs to if it’s not yours! Is the baby okay?”
“Where is Steven?”
Draco was perplexed to say the least. Why is she so concerned about the teen boy?
“He is fine for now. He was bit by a rattlesnake and I managed to get the venom out. He will still need a Healer, and I told him to hide in some bushes back there, but Hermione, he is not who I am concerned about at this moment. Now te-”
“He wasn’t supposed to be in the dream.” She continued, cutting him off while looking off in the distance.
“What? Who-What dream?”
“It was just supposed to be Jason.”
“You have completely lost me.” He replied running his fingers through his disheveled hair.
“W-we were attacked.” She admitted; finally giving him something to go on.
“Attacked?” Draco’s face fell as he turned her chin back to him with his finger and brushed her jaw lightly with his thumb; praying to Merlin she wouldn’t say what he was thinking.
“We had to come back…We had to save you.”
“Mione…Where…Where is Jason?”
Hermione blinked in an almost apathetic way before looking back at him; and with a soft distant voice, her next few words made his heart stop beating.
“Jason?”
“Yes Jason, where is he Hermione?”
“Jason’s dead.” Her voice was dull and emotionless.
Draco lowered his hands slowly and stepped back with surprise written all over his face.
“No…”
“What did you say?” a small voice asked from behind him.
Draco turned around to see Steven standing a few feet away with the baby Bonobo standing beside him. His mouth hung slightly open as he looked passed Draco and directly at Hermione.
“Steven-” Draco began calmly, but Steven brushed him off and took a few steps forward.
“No-What did you say?” he repeated angrily.
“Steve, it’s not-” Draco tried to interrupt again, hoping Steven wouldn’t bombard Hermione who looked completely out of it.
“SHE’S LYING!” he screamed as he looked to Draco before his gaze fell back on Hermione. “WHY WOULD YOU LIE ABOUT THAT?” He began to march towards her, but Draco’s quick reflexes sprang into action and he snatched the teen up before he could get any closer to his wife.
Steven continued to yell and scream as Draco forcefully held on to him. He didn’t want to detain the boy, but he would do anything to protect Hermione, despite the fact that she just stood there with vacant stare.
“I…I tried to save him.” She uttered gently as Steven stopped fighting and erupted in sorrow “I-I wasn’t fast enough.”
She took a step forward while she raised her eyes to the teen; and for the first time in a long time, Draco witnessed those beautiful amber orbs fill with the one emotion he knew all too well…regret.
“I-I am so sorry.”
Steven crumbled into Draco’s chest as a flood of tears stained his shirt. The soul crushing cries broke his heart as they collapsed to the ground; there were no words of comfort he could speak, no wisdom he could share, because Draco knew from his own experience that there was never anything anyone could say or even do, that could take the pain away.
“Oh my apologies, am I interrupting something important?” a female voice questioned callously.
Draco lifted his head to Hermione, thinking at first that she was the one who spoke, but Hermione wasn’t looking at him anymore. Whoever the voice belonged to seemed to have snapped his wife out of her remorseful trance, causing her eyes to go wide in shock.
Turning his head to the right, he held up a hand to block the sun shining in his eyes, and looked directly at the woman he had wished to never see again.
“Abby, Abby Tate? What are you doing here?”
Ms. Tate rolled her eyes and let out a light huff.
“Sightseeing” She replied sarcastically while patting her hair that was twisted in a tight bun on her head.
Draco was utterly perplexed at her being in the country, let alone the same Zoo, at the same time as them. It was shocking to the say the least, but also a bit questionable. It was too much of a coincidence for her to be there. Her outfit alone was not something someone would wear on vacation unless it was a business trip and she no longer worked for him, so the fact that she was wearing a blouse and skirt in a zoo was suspicious to him at best.
Finally learning from his mistakes, Draco thought hard about his wife’s suspicions and every minor thing that happened since they left England. He thought back to the morning of their first official day in the state on the beach when Hermione thought someone was watching them, and for some miraculous reason everything clicked into place.
“It was you!” he claimed as he stood up and pushed the sniffling Slytherin Prince behind him. “You were on the beach watching us!”
“Very good Mr. Malfoy.” she smirked “Seems you are finally learning to trust your dreadful Mudblood of a wife.”
“Hey!” Steven called out as he poked his head from behind Draco “You shouldn’t call people names!”
“Shut your mouth you Mudblood! Your blood is just as filthy as hers! And you Draco have soiled your family name! You used to think highly of your Pureblood stature, you looked down on those who were beneath you, and now you have gone and married this…wench!”
“Excuse me?” he exasperated with clenched fists “You know nothing of my past or me! I am not proud or a cold blooded fake, I thought you would have learned that by now; I also thought you would have learned your lesson about calling my wife that disgusting slur when I fired your arse last year! How did you even get in this country, you are supposed to be on probation.”
“Are you done? Because I completely ignored almost everything you just said. However, I will answer your last question…You see, after I convinced the Wizengamot that your mother cursed me to do those awful things, I decided to get out of England and start a new life in the good ole U.S. of A. I got a job in the International Department at MUSCA in New York, and for a while I was finally happy again. I left you and your traitorous ways behind and moved forward. It wasn’t until I received paperwork asking to rush an order for the Malfoy’s that everything I felt for you came darting back into focus.”
“Let me guess, you want me to pay for firing you? Or you want revenge because you lost the court case asking for money?” he claimed in vexation.
Tate let off a light giggle before taking a step forward.
“That is all trivial my dear.”
“Then what do you want?”
“You.” she shrugged nonchalantly.
“You can’t have him.” Hermione pipped in.
“He would have been mine once I got rid of you,” Tate’s face went sour “but you just wouldn’t bloody die!”
“You w-were there when I was attacked?” Hermione asked while narrowing her brows.
“There? Of course I was there; I was there since the plane when you punched me in the face, I staggered through that dreadful earthquake in hopes something would crush you, I even released the stupid Mountain Lion from its enclosure! I wasn’t going to miss your death for anything, but that stupid muggle had to jump in and save the day every time, ruining everything!”
“The plane?” Draco cut in “What the hell do you mean since the plane? You weren’t there!”
“Bloody Salazar, you are slow! It’s called Polyjuice you dolt, every Ministry around the world has it on hand. I studied that crazed woman for a few days before knocking her out and taking over her life…Well part of her messed up life. She wasn’t hard to figure out and I am sure I would have had you in my grasp if it wasn’t for your filthy wife intervening.”
“You are crazy!”
“I was crazy for you, but you betrayed me! You were supposed to be mine! I slaved away for years for you, I busted my arse to help you build that company up, I stuck by your side through every up and down and you just abandoned me for her!”
“Abandon you? Have you lost your fucking mind? We were never a th-”
“You let the Mountain Lion out?” Hermione interrupted as she stared down at the ground.
Slowly raising her eyes up to Ms. Tate, Draco saw the animosity begin to brew on her features.
“You got Jason killed over some pathetic crush?” her brows furrowed as she clenched her fists tight “You caused a web of torment all because you couldn’t grow the hell up and realize Draco never has or will ever, want you! You are the stupidest fucking twat I have ever fucking met in my life! Could you be any more of a bloody fucking whore? Yes I am a muggle-born, so bloody what; we all have already figured out that my blood it just the same as yours! You aren’t any better than I am, you never were. If anything you acting like a psychopath, makes you the lowest scum here!”
Draco’s eyes went wide and his mouth gaped open as Hermione released her pent up anger. He had witness the brunt of her rage before, but never had he seen her like this before. Intimidating as it might have been though, he wasn’t about to stop a pregnant woman on a tirade.
“I am so sick of people like you! You took the life of a smart and caring man who had his w-whole life ahead-” she choked slightly as she held back her anguished tears and Draco’s heart shattered into a million pieces. “-a head of him. You caused so many afflictions for absolutely no reason.”
“My reasons are sound I don’t have to listen to the likes of you filthy cretins! He was the love of my life!” she held up her wand and pointed it back and forth between the group.
“You are despicable.” Steven stated in a low saddened hate filled tone as he step out from behind Draco. “Do you even hear yourself?”
“Excuse me? Who the hell are-”
“Merlin’s beard, shut-up! You are so bloody annoying!” he continued as everyone looked at him in astonishment “I am over here half dying from a snake bite and suffering from the loss of my brother, that you got killed, and all I keep hearing is insult this and you lost your so called soulmate that; blah…blah…blah. You are the worst antagonist in the history of evil villains!”
“Steve, don’t.” Draco tried to intervene before Tate’s rage focused on him.
“No Draco, this tosser needs to understand the truth and I demand some answers!” he claimed; not taking his eyes off Ms. Tate. “What exactly did you plan to get out of stalking them huh; do you honestly not have anything better to do with your life than create anarchy to get what you want? I mean come on, do you really think Draco bloody Malfoy, billionaire extraordinaire, wouldn’t go to the ends of the earth to not only protect Hermione, but also do everything he could to find out how and why she died? You have to be mental to think you could have him after all the horse shite you have put them through. And now you want to try and have a go at dueling not one, but both of them?”
“Piss off!” she retaliated “I’m not stupid enough to duel both of them at once…That’s why I brought this.” she smiled maliciously while pulling out an object Draco didn’t recognize.
Hermione and Steven took a step back in shock as Draco looked on in bewilderment. He had no idea what the object was, but he was sure Hermione had mentioned it to him before. Draco knew it was a muggle contraption, though he couldn’t for the life of him recall the name of the foreign metal item in Tate’s hand.
“You were my everything” she continued; her voice becoming more and more unstable as she spoke “I loved you! I thought killing Granger would make me happy, I thought seeing her die would bring me some sort of closure and I had a plan-oh yes I had a plan to have you. But then…I thought about it after all my failures, and I realized…you weren’t worth the heartache. You Malfoy, were the cause of my downfall, you were the reason for my unhappiness not your Mudblood” She raised her hand and studied the object resting in her palm
“Do you know what this is?” she asked as her sanity continued to break apart “Muggles call it handgun; it is quiet useful I’d say. They have been used in many wars and have killed many people; there are so many different kinds too, ranging from large to even small, like this one…You want to know why I like it so much?” a sick twisted smile formed on her lips as she slowly raised her eyes to him “There is no magic, no spell, that can stop a speeding bullet.”
Tate stretched out her arm and pointed the weapon directly at him. Color drained from his face as her finger rested on the trigger.
Draco stood paralyzed in place, stunned and confusion. He heard the loud bang that caused birds to fly out of the trees, but nothing else appeared to have happened. Hermione screamed out a loud mortifying cry; and as much as he wanted to, he couldn’t look away from the smug faced Tate standing before him.
Everything seemed to be moving in slow motion as Tate lowered her arm that held the gun. Before he knew it, a bright white light shot passed his face as he saw Hermione step up next to him from the corner of his eye. His head finally looked over to her and saw the anger and fear seething on her perfect, yet scratched up dirty skin. He had no idea what was happening and he had no clue as to why Hermione became so overwhelmed with a grief stricken expression, but as he looked back to the vile woman who fired the pistol, he saw her holding her right arm that was now covered with red slashes. The revolver rested on the ground and she looked to be severely injured.
The curse just grazed her, making Tate even angrier than she already was. But before Hermione could fire off another spell, the Lion that Draco thought had left them came out of nowhere, leaped into the air, and began to attack Tate. He heard the screams of the woman caught off guard and he could hear the claws ripping away at flesh before everything suddenly went quiet.
Steven ran in front of Draco with the baby Bonobo trailing behind, cutting off the view of the obsessive lunatic.
“DRACO! DRACO, ARE YOU OKAY?” He shouted while Hermione turned to look at Draco; but their voices were muffled.
He was even more confused when he saw the terrified look on their faces. Suddenly his breathing felt labored and he felt a warm liquid begin to drip down the left side of his stomach. He began to look down as time continued to move at snails pace. Everything was happening all at once, yet ever so steadily.
Draco’s eyes finally landed on his ribs and he saw his own blood start to seep through his t-shirt. He sucked in a deep breath through a partly open mouth when he finally understood what was going on. He had never experienced a gun shot before and he had only ever heard about how dangerous the muggle cannon really was.
His hands hovered shakily over the injury just below his left peck like they wanted to touch the wound, but at the same time were too scared to go any further. His legs went weak when the adrenaline started to fade. He could feel Hermione grab a hold of him as he began to fall to the ground and then the pain started to kick in.
The feeling was an intense torment he wished would just go away, but his body refused to act on it. His voice failed him as he tried to speak and his mind raced while staring up into the bright clear blue sky. Shadows of Hermione and Steven hovered over him as he tried to listen to what they were saying, but his ears were ringing and prevented him from hearing a thing; his thoughts only focusing on one thing…pain.
“DRACO!” Hermione called out as her hand cradled his cheek “Draco, look at me!”
He could finally hear her again; her angel like voice echoing through his head, bringing him back to her. A warm liquid sensation trailed down his cheek and into her hand. She quickly wiped it away and that is when he realized he was crying, and he didn’t even know it.
Time immediately sprung back to normal and the ringing faded away, he could now hear everything around him; the lion’s roar as it tore Tate limb from limb, the young Slytherin crying in a panic while asking Hermione what they were going to do, Hermione trying to hold it together as she surveyed the bullet wound, and the baby Bonobo screaming in a frenzied state.
He gritted his teeth in sheer agony while his breaths became short and shallow. He was breathing hard as his body tried to fight the hot foreign object that inserted itself beneath his skin.
“I...am going…to fucking kill her!” he claimed in anger as sweat began to drip from his forehead.
“She is already dead!”
“Then I am going...to kill…her fucking ghost!” he cried out while throwing his head back in pain.
He felt like he was just hit in the gut by a Bludger over and over again.
“Shh.” She hushed at him gently “It is going to be okay, I am going to fix this…I-I don’t know how, but I am going to fix this.” she claimed through tears. “I won’t lose you too!”
She quickly looked up at Steven and paused for a moment.
“Your shirt; give me your shirt!” she demanded with an out stretched blood covered hand.
After her request Draco noticed that Hermione was holding pressure on his side. He could feel the pain the bullet caused inside him, but the overwhelming torture prevented him from feeling the pressure she applied. His breathing was staggering as he tried to suck in air multiple times and that seemed to be all he was able to do.
She grabbed the shirt from the boy and replaced her hands quickly with the fabric.
“Help me!” she yelled to Steven while maneuvering her hands around his shoulder.
Draco didn’t know what she was doing, although he knew that the last time she helped him with a wound, he not only lived, but she walked him through the processes so he felt as less pain as possible. However this time was different; she didn’t look at him anymore or say comforting words, she didn’t walk him through what she was doing, she didn’t even speak directly to him; which made the situation all the more real.
XX
‘This was his entire fault. He deserved this. He put Hermione in danger one too many times and this was Karma coming back to bite him in the arse. He deserved to die. Ironic how life worked though; the one thing he used to hate more than Hermione’s blood was muggles and their inventions. What better way to go than by the something they created.’
“M-mione-” he tried to call to her, but she ignored him and continued assessing the damage.
“On the count of three, roll him towards you.” she stated with a serious expression to Steven.
‘Shite’
“One…”
‘Fuck this is going to hurt.’
“Two...”
On three, Hermione pushed his shoulder up while Steven pulled on Draco’s side. The pain intensified and Draco let out a loud agonizing cry while clamping his eyes closed as tight as he could.
“There’s no exit hole...There is not exit hole!” she shrieked in fear.
“So the bullet is still in there?” Steven asked through his tears.
They lowered Draco back down and he once again let off a jarringly painful howl. The burning pain radiated through his whole body and his ribs felt like they were on fire. His breaths became shorter and he could practically feel Hermione’s alarmed uneasiness radiating off her body, making him panic even more. He didn’t want to die; not really. He wanted to be there for Hermione, grow old with her. He had just made up his mind about wanting the baby she carried; he wasn’t ready to leave everything behind, but he could feel his life draining away, he could feel the pull of his soul wanting to leave his damaged body, and there was nothing he could do about it.
‘Was this what she felt like when she was impaled? Did she think the same things?’
“Water?” she cried out as she looked up to the sky “Where is all this water coming from?” she asked when her gaze landed back on Steven’s soaked shirt.
“Hermione…” Steven began sadly “You’re crying.”
Hermione looked down at her hands and Draco watched as a tear dropped on to her palm. She reached the hand up to wipe the tear away, but stopped suddenly and looked at Steven.
“I…I need you to wipe my face. I don’t want to contaminate the wound. Wipe my face.” She begged as tears continued to stream down her porcelain skin.
Steven leaned forward and wiped her face with his fingers before leaning back on his knees and tried to think of something, anything, he could do to help.
“I-I don’t w-want t-to die.” Draco exclaimed as the area around the wound turned to an unexpected achy feeling. His temperature grew cold while he sucked in what little breaths he could.
She finally looked down at him with the saddest features he had ever seen. He didn’t want her to feel bad for him; he never wanted her to cry over him. She deserved the world and he was not going to be able to give it to her. He put her in danger, without even trying. Even when he was trying to help, he put her in danger. He didn’t think he deserved her tears.
“You ARE NOT dying!”
Draco reached up a hand, cupped her cheek, and wiped away a perfect tear drop with his thumb as he looked into her misty amber eyes. He loved her with all his heart. She was his whole world and he had spent years trying to find a way to get close to her. Even if it was just to be a friendly acquaintance, he spent years. And apparently she did too.
He realized then, that it wasn’t just him who mattered anymore. They had both took time out of their lives to search for the other. They had both spent many hours, days, months, just to know one another; her tears where the confirmation he needed, just to stay alive. If he died on her, she would break…Just like he broke when she died on him.
He never wanted her to go through the pain he felt as he watched her body rise off the ground when they shocked her heart. He never wanted her to experience the agony, the fear, the regret he felt when he watched her heart beat monitor go flat and the eerie sound of the machine told him she was gone.
She was worth living for; everything that she was, her flaws, integrity, their baby, he wanted it all. And Draco Malfoy was determined to get what he wanted.
“I am going to fix this Draco, I just…I just need to remember what spells to use.” She stated through her tears.
Her tears could melt the hearts of millions. She could drown the whole world with her tear drops and he would still swim a thousand miles and more through them, just to comfort her.
“Her-Hermione…” he began again as she looked on him with sorrow. “I w-want…you to k-keep it.”
“What?” she asked confused.
“The…b-baby…I want… t-to keep…him.”
“And how do you know it’s a boy?” She raised a brow.
“I… I love you.” He claimed through faulty breaths.
“Don’t do that!” she cried out “Don’t you dare try to say goodbye! I will fix this, I will! I just need to to extract the bullet and its fragments!”
“I h-have…no d-doubts …I w-wasn’t…” Draco sucked in a deep painful breath and clenched his eyes tight while he hissed through his teeth.
He noticed that Steven was holding his hand and the boy gripped onto him tight like he was afraid that if he let go, Draco would leave him forever.
“I w-wasn’t p-planning…on…on d-dying t-today.”
“Good!...Because that would be the worst break up ever!” she laughed lightly with a sniffle.
Draco chuckled slightly but hissed just as quickly. Hermione apologized for making him laugh through the torment, but he saw it as relief; a sweet blessed relief, before the fight left his body and his eyes closed…refusing to open again.
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Draco awoke in a memory he never thought he would relive. The windows of the large cathedral sparkled with bright colors as the sun shone through the stained glass. A muggle church was not his first pick for the location of their wedding, but he had to admit it was stunning.
Hermione and her parents had wanted no magic, except for the ceremony due to wizarding law, so he opted to let her have the wedding in her parents church. His love for her was strong enough to sacrifice his wants and anything she desired he would give to her; even if it meant having all of her family involved.
Draco continued to look around the building as the choir began to sing songs he never heard before. White Lilies covered the aisle as Ginny walked down the cardinal carpet carrying James and his nerves started to get the best of him.
“You okay mate?” Harry asked with a nudge.
“Yeah, just…I-I’m fine.” He replied while straightening his tie.
“You’re nervous.” he smiled “It’s perfectly normal. I was too when I got married.” He nodded his head at Ginny, who was walking to her position at the altar, before continuing. “Trust me, nerves are a good thing.”
“Yeah.” Draco sighed.
“We all wouldn’t be here mate if she decided to run.”
“I’m not afraid of her running.” Draco whispered as he turned to Harry.
“You are. I know you are” Harry turned his head and gave him a friendly smirk “She has seen the worst in you, and she has also seen the best in you, and she still chose you; in a hundred lifetimes, a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, she would find you and she would choose you. She loves you Malfoy, don’t ever doubt that.”
“How would you know she would always choose me?” he raised a perplexing brow.
Harry let out a quick breath through his nose and smiled softly.
“Because she is the one who told me to tell you that, in case you became apprehensive about her wanting to marry you.”
Before Draco could even respond, the crowd stood up from the pews and looked to the back of the church. Raising his eyes to the end of the aisle, he gleamed as the large arched wooden doors opened, and the most beautiful bride he ever imagined stood with an arm entwined through her fathers.
Her large Lilly bouquet covered the center of her body as she smiled widely at him. Every worry he had before that moment vanished into thin air and Draco was left with nothing but a heart filled with as much love as it could muster.
He never dreamed of loving anyone as much as he did Hermione. All throughout school he imagined a lonely bitter filled life married to someone he could never love no matter how hard he tried. Never did he think Hermione Jean Granger of all people would break his mold and give him the time of day; not after everything he put her through. But there she was, walking down the aisle towards him with love in her eyes, about to marry him.
The closer she got the more excited he became and somewhere in the back of his mind, Draco finally gathered why he had trouble falling asleep at night when she was always right there to comfort him. This moment right here, right now, this reality, was finally better than any dream he could ever create. This is where he found that life can mean more than what he experienced growing up; where he found out that family wasn’t just a blood bond and home wasn’t just a building or a mansion to live in…it was her- and he couldn’t wait to finally be home.
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