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What A Malfoy Wants	By : christineyoung Category: Harry Potter > Het - Male/Female Views: 46200 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter 12

Hermione sunk down into her chair shocked. The scroll fluttered from her fingertips, forgotten on the floor. Tears of hurt shimmered in her eyes, distorting the landscape in front of her. Not that she could see any of it. She was beyond caring about the frozen wonderland any longer.

She understood why Ron had done it. She understood all too well. She'd had her own reservations about her children being around the Malfoys. What she didn't understand was the how. How could Ron do this to her? How could he take the last bit of her life from her? How could he take their children from her?

Her vision swam as her tears cascaded slowly down her face. Supervised visitation. It was almost laughable. She couldn't decide what hurt worse. The fact that she wouldn't be able to see her children without a third party or the fact that Ron didn't trust her enough to protect them from the Malfoys. She'd never let any harm come to Rose or Hugo. She'd gladly give her life for them.

Then there was the cold, hard fact that the Malfoys wouldn't let her leave the manor without them. She could hardly imagine that the Malfoys would be allowed to be present while she visited with her kids. They were the supposed reason that Ron had sought full custody. She had to wonder if he did it out of spite. Didn't he understand that she wasn't a willing party to all of this? Didn't he realize that she didn't want any of this? If she'd had her choice, she'd have kept things just as they were.

She sniffled quietly as her tears fell faster, coating her cheeks. She supposed that she should count herself lucky that her kids were older. At least they knew her and would remember all the good times they had. Had they been younger, they might have easily forgotten her. And she had all their memories. The picnics at the Burrow, the days at the beach, and everything in between.

She just wasn't sure what she was going to do now. She'd counted on having her kids as a type of lifeline, something that she could look forward to help keep her afloat during her dark time. Now she had nothing. Nothing but the stubborn veela that had staked their claim to her. Having them around might have made her life at the manor a little more bearable. Now she wasn't sure how she would cope. She wasn't sure that she wanted to.

Draco let himself inside the wards carefully. He didn't want his magic to disturb Scorpius across the hall. He was beginning the third and final stage of his change, and his strength would increase exponentially. He didn't want him to feel as if his mate was in danger, it could cause him to break through the wards. Not only would he injure himself in the process, he could very well hurt Hermione in a misguided attempt to help her.

The room was dark as he entered. He set the tray of food he carried down in the nook and looked about for his mate. His eyes found her through the gloom sitting in the chair facing the bay window.

"Hermione?" he asked hesitantly.

She didn't answer and she didn't move. He raised his wand and cast a soft lumos, lighting the candles spaced around the room. His heart beat raced as he approached her chair. He noticed that her eyes were open, but unseeing as she faced the Malfoy gardens. He noticed the stiffness of her cheeks where her tears had dried.

He gripped her shoulder lightly. "Hermione?"

"I guess you got what you wanted," she replied lowly.

He blinked in confusion until she gestured to the discarded scroll. He reached down and unrolled the scroll to read. Anger coursed through him as he processed the words. He'd never wanted to keep the witch from her kids. He'd never even entertained the thought. Her ex-husband truly was a louse. He'd never have harmed something that was so dear to his mate. If Weasley loved her, how could he do this to her?

"Hermione," he started. "I'd never want to take you from your children. It's not what I want at all." He was rather hurt that she would think he was so cruel.

"Isn't it?" she asked as she finally turned toward him. "You keep me locked up in this terrible house. You deprive me of my job just so that you and your son can have me all to yourselves. Now, with my children out of the way, you have my complete and undivided attention. I should think that would make you supremely happy."

He ignored the pain in his chest caused by her words. He knew that she was hurting and lashing out at the only person near, which was him. He kneeled in front of her and cupped her face in his hands. He swiped his thumbs over the tears that were dried to her cheeks. "I would never seek to deprive you from your children," he explained gently.

Her eyes fluttered shut as a new round of tears fell from the soft, black lashes of her eyes. He resisted the urge to lean forward and lick away her tears. He knew the action would do nothing to comfort her and he was trying to make her feel better. He settled for smoothing away the offending drops of moisture with the rough pad of his thumb. He felt utterly terrible that things had come to this.

Rage boiled in his guts at Weasley's actions. No doubt, it was his attempt to stay close to the witch. Maybe he hoped that he himself would be the third party. Maybe Weasley hoped that his actions would paint him more as a villain in Hermione's eyes. He certainly didn't need any help on that front.

He let his scent float around them lightly, purely trying to calm the distraught witch. She sighed as she inhaled his fragrance. "We'll figure something out," he promised as he pulled her into his embrace. She didn't welcome his touch but she didn't pull away either. He guessed that it was some progress. He caressed her hair as she cried into his shirt.

"I'll contact my solicitor after the holidays," he murmured. "If we can't get the ruling overturned, we'll come to some sort of arrangement. I'd never keep you from your children intentionally, Hermione, even if it means caving to their ridiculous supervised visitation."

She looked up at him, hope flickering in her watery gaze. "You'd let me leave to visit my children?" she asked tremulously. "What about what you said earlier, about not having me out of your sight?"

He sighed as another pang of hurt washed over him. She really did think him a monster of the worst caliber. "I'd never closet you away from your own flesh and blood. I may be a selfish man, but even I have a limit. We'll find a way around that instinct. Don't you understand that there is little that I won't do to make you happy?"

He looked away and swallowed the lump that had appeared in his throat. Nothing was going as he'd planned. If Scorpius had only waited, maybe things wouldn't be so screwed up.

He started as he felt her palm against his cheek. His eyes flashed to hers and he saw warmth in her gaze for the first time since she came to the manor. "I don't understand at all what motivates you, Draco," she whispered. "But I'm beginning to."

She brought her face to his and kissed him chastely on the lips. It wasn't a soul stealing kiss, it was an innocent peck on the lips, but that one kiss was probably the most earth shattering thing that he'd ever experienced. He could feel her soft lips move shyly against his own and he barely heard her whispered, "Thank you."

He was floating on a cloud. He'd move heaven and earth for her if she asked. He folded her small body into his embrace once more. This time, she tentatively put her arms around him and held him back. Yes, Weasley really had no idea what he'd gotten himself into with this one. He was in for the fight of his life.
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